~60~

~Laurel~

"The fuck are we doing here?"

I took Genevieve's hand on the table and squeezed. "Mind your language, will you?"

She didn't respond, rather she pulled her hand away from mine and faced the view in front of us.

"So this is where the family's shooting gonna take place for your next exhibition," Bale explained, pointing to the display and arrays on the screen. "While, here, you have the settings of Mira's picture in the building, Mr and Mrs Kenton."

"Thank you, Bale and..."

"So it has always been about your daughter huh?" Genevieve interrupted with a scoff.

I took her hand again and squeezed. "Now, what the hell are you talking about?" I whispered.

She flung her hand away from my hold and stood up abruptly, not minding the gazes of more than thirty board members on her. "Then why the fuck did you bring me here?! To show me that you've enough money to stick me to your asses for as long as you want?"

"You're embarrassing me, Genevieve, sit down." Kurt ordered.

"No, I'm sorry, Mr