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HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 21. DINNER WITH DAD—LIKE FATHER LIKE SON
♠️RAYMOND♠️The conference call ended and I pulled the earpiece from my ear and dropped it into my palm. The plastic was still warm against my skin. Another acquisition. Another dozen executives trying to impress me. Another hour of listening to people talk without saying anything.I pushed my office door open and I stopped.Someone was sitting in my chair.My chair.Small legs crossed. One elbow resting on the armrest. My laptop open in front of him. He was wearing his school uniform like it was an expensive suit, the white shirt tucked in neatly, the tie straight, the blazer buttoned. His tiny face was serious, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was trying very hard to look like the CEO of Reddington Group Holdings.A laugh almost escaped me. Almost. I caught it before it could leave my throat. But the corner of my mouth betrayed me, twitching upward in something that was not quite a smile but close enough."So this is what happens when I leave my office unattended," I said.Dwa
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 20. THE NANNY APPLICANT
🌹TESSA🌹I walked out of Raymond's office with my tablet clutched against my chest and my legs moving on their own, carrying me down the hallway without any input from my brain. The sound of my own footsteps was too loud in my ears, the click of my flats against the polished floor like a countdown I could not stop.I could not stop thinking about one sentence."I'm having dinner with my son."The words kept playing over and over in my head, looping like a song I could not turn off, and I felt them in my chest every single time.I had expected many things from Raymond Reddington when I walked into this building. Cold. Demanding. Emotionless. Work-obsessed. A man who only cared about profit, about numbers, about the bottom line. I had prepared myself for all of that.I had not prepared myself for a father who would cancel an important dinner because his son wanted him.It unsettled me. It unsettled me more than I wanted to admit, more than I could afford to admit, because for years I h
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 19. BUSINESS AS USUAL
🌹TESSA🌹I closed the door and I stood there with my hand still on the handle. I did not turn around because I could not let Wayne see me almost tearing up. I could not let him see the thing that was happening behind my eyes, the numbers that were already rearranging themselves in my head like they always did when something like this happened, when the ground shifted beneath me and I had to find new footing before I fell."Mama?"His voice came from the kitchen, small and searching, and I heard the question in it, the thing he was not old enough to put into words yet but that he felt in his bones the same way I did, that something was wrong, that something had shifted.I forced my shoulders down. I pressed my lips into the realest smile I could manage and turned around."Finish your breakfast," I said, and my voice came out steady even though nothing inside me was steady.He looked at me for a moment. His eyes moved over my face in that way he had, that way that made me feel like he
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 18. A WEEK TO LEAVE
🌹TESSA🌹I woke before the sun came up.My body remembered yesterday before my mind did. My shoulders burned from hunching over the computer for hours, the muscles tight and knotted. My lower back hurts. My eyes still stung from staring at documents all night, the words blurring together until I couldn't tell if I was reading or just looking at shapes on a screen.I lay there for a moment, staring at the cracked ceiling above me, watching the pale light creep through the thin curtains. The water stain in the corner had grown bigger since last month. The paint was peeling near the light fixture.Day two.One day down. One day closer to the gala. One day closer to proving I deserved the job. One day closer to seeing Lucien. One day closer to seeing my parents.The thought crept back no matter how many times I pushed it away, settling in my chest like a weight I couldn't shake. I didn't know how I was going to stand in a room full of people who had made me feel small my entire life. I d
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 17. THE IMPOSSIBLE MINI ME
♠️RAYMOND♠️Oliver parked the car in front of the house. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the stone facade and the manicured hedges that lined the driveway. The mansion loomed above us, all dark windows and cold elegance, the kind of place that looked impressive from the outside but felt hollow once you stepped through the doors."Are we staying the night, sir?" Oliver asked, his voice low and steady.I sighed, looking at the front door. The lights were on in the foyer but the rest of the house was dark. Quiet. The way it always was. The way it had always been."No," I said, my voice flat. "We'd leave in thirty minutes or less."I got out of the car and walked toward the front door. The gravel crunched beneath my feet, the sound sharp in the silence of the night. The air was cool and damp and I could smell the faint scent of jasmine from the garden, the same jasmine my mother had planted when I was a child. She had said it was for the aesthetic. She had said it ma
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 16. PERSISTENT HEADACHES.
♠️RAYMOND♠️I sat on the examination bed while Dr. Eleanor Hastings shone a small penlight into my left eye."Follow the light," she said, her voice calm and steady.My gaze tracked it without complaint."Now the right," she instructed, moving the light to my other eye.She watched my pupils carefully before lowering the light, her brow furrowing slightly as she studied them."Any blurred vision?" she asked, her pen hovering over the chart on her lap."No," I said, keeping my voice flat."Double vision?" She looked up at me."No."She made a note on her chart, the scratch of the pen the only sound in the room. Her lips pressed together in that way I had come to recognize over the years, the way that meant she was filing something away for later."The headaches?" She looked at me over the rim of her glasses, her eyes sharp and assessing."They're manageable," I said, keeping my face neutral.She gave me a long look, the kind that made me feel like she could see right through me. "That
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