INICIAR SESIÓNThe solid oak door of the penthouse closed with a click, shutting out the noise from the streets while enveloping the room in a thick atmosphere of anticipation. I leaned my body against the cold door, the red silk of my dress wrapping around me tightly as a second skin.
Damien was standing some steps apart from me, his coat cast carelessly on the floor. His tie was half-loosened from his neck, t
Damien’s POVMy mother walked into the room with the kind of confidence that made people straighten their backs without realizing they were doing it. Her eyes moved from Nate to me, then settled on Serena.They were both on their feet already.My mom wasn’t smiling. She was good with keeping her face stern.“Mom.” I called.“Damien.” She responded.Nate cleared his throat. “Mrs. Price.”“Good evening, Nate.”“Good evening.”Serena was smiling politely. “Good evening, ma’am.”The look in my mother’s eyes lingered on her for another second. “Serena.”It wasn’t warm.Neither was it rude.Still it was enough to feel how the atmosphere changed completely.Nate glanced at both of us. “I’ll give you some privacy.” He started to gather his phone and the documents on the desk. “I’ll be outside.”My mother nodded. “Thank you, Nate.”He left.Serena got her bag. “I should probably go as well.”“No.”She looked at me and our eyes met.“Stay.”She paused.My mother observed the scene without comme
I raised my eyes at him. “What is it?”“The house address in New York City under Derek’s name still belongs to him."“Hmmm…” Serena said.So, “Derek is alive." I concluded.Nate showed me the screen.The house was in Queens, located in a calm neighborhood. The houses were expensive but not ostentatious. Derek had bought the house years ago, and according to the records, he had never sold the property.I scanned the information. “Does anyone live there?”“That is the question.” Serena came closer to the screen behind me, her eyes narrowing.“So all these years, he owned a house here and nobody knew?”“Apparently,” Nate repliedShe frowned. “Perhaps Dad didn’t know about it either. Because he thought her husband ran away and left her with her child.”“It is possible,” I said. “But, somebody did know about it.”Serena turned to me, surprised, a question was forming in her eyes.I could see the questions swimming in her eyes. If Derek was alive and living in New York, why had Sandra kept
I stared at the file on my desk, leaning back in my chair.Sandra was dead, her secrets with her, and Callie had been adopted into Holloway with acceptance from Richard. That was all there was to it, as far as everyone knew. Sandra and her daughter had become part of the family, and Richard had accepted them without question. If Callie’s father was out there, if the man responsible for Albert’s actions had any connection to the woman, then we just got on the right track.Nate was the first to speak. “We need to know who her father is.”“I know.” I said.“Do you?”I looked at him.He raised his hands. “I’m just saying. Serena might know something.”“She might.”I took out my phone. I disliked the idea of involving Serena in this before I had some answers myself, but if there was anyone who could find the information for us without sifting through years’ worth of paperwork, it was her.“Serena,” I said, pressing the call key. The phone rung twice before she answered.“Damien?”“Are yo
Damien's POVThe office was very quiet for a Wednesday morning. Most of the executive floor was in meetings, which suited me just fine because, although I usually liked talking about business, my mind wasn't on business today.Albert.I stood near the large windows overlooking the city while Nate relaxed on the leather sofa and flipped through the report put together by my security team over the past few days."You've been standing there for ten minutes," he commented."I have.""You planning on growing roots?"I ignored him.He chuckled before tossing the file on the coffee table."I've found something."This caught my attention. I crossed the office and sat in the opposite chair from him."Tell me."Nate leaned towards me. "We managed to crack into one of Albert's offshore structures."I folded my hands together. "And?""The payments were following a specific pattern.""Right."Kind of like...His salary.Someone was employing Albert for the past decade.Not as a lawyer.As an opera
Serena’s POV“Your stepmother is involved too and she’s still not the boss.”I know he wouldn't say that unless he was sure of what he was saying.Damien wasn’t one to dwell in uncertainty. But what did he mean by Albert is not working alone and he’s not the boss?Who then is the boss?I thought I already had everything figured out."Tell me straight. Don't sugarcoat it," I said.He did.Albert had been in someone’s payroll long before my father's last acquisition; it had taken Damien longer than he initially thought to realize the timeline of the events. Ten years. And there wasn't any natural decline in his business, everything was managed. Certain deals were pushed in wrong directions, certain opportunities weren't offered, and the numbers were twisted in a certain manner in order for Richard Holloway not to get a full picture of what's going on with his finances.Ten years.And he was involved with my stepmother, he was making those evil plans and he was successful because he had
She went back to the sitting position she was in before I entered the room, on the floor close to the desk.With her knees to her chest, her hands wrapped around it.I picked up the letter and glanced down at her to seek permission before reading it.She nodded her head in the affirmative and I read it.My Serena,If you are reading this, then I have gone ahead of you, and I am sorry for that. I had always hoped to be there longer, to see more of what you become, to sit across from you at more dinners, and to watch you build whatever it is you are going to build, because you will build something. I have known that since you were four years old and organized your bookshelf by color and then reorganiz







