The Bookworm Edwards Co Novels & Stories

And what if I’m not helping by keeping him around? The thought gutted me. I checked out every book I could find, crammed them into a bag, and headed home. But the hunger for answers didn’t stop. I wanted more. I needed more. I needed to know what could hurt him. What might be coming for him. What this “bond” meant. Who Edward was, the one Albert couldn't seem to stay away from. I started asking questions, quietly, carefully. A friend of mine, Thomas, worked at a rare bookstore on the edge of town. Old, creaky place that smelled like tobacco and dust. I asked him if he had anything on werewolf rituals or historical reports.

Then he headed down to the living room. Theodore and Jonathan were in the living room reading a newspaper. “Good morning, did you sleep well?” They indicated that they didn’t sleep well, they were thinking about their sister-in-law and the babies. He told them that he was tossing and turning, blaming himself for bringing harm to his daughter in love. The Housekeeper and Tamara were busy preparing breakfast. Theodore was reading the newspaper aloud. They were shocked when they saw the first page. It was about how the Edwards Group was founded.

Its leather cover was worn and cracked, but the gold-leaf lettering was. “Caroline Edwards Foundation” was still legible. I carried the ledger back to my office, where Nate was already waiting,, his eyes filled with anticipation. We spent the rest of the day poring over the faded pages, deciphering my mother's meticulous handwriting. The ledger was a treasure trove of information detailing transactions that predated my father's involvement in Lawson Holdings. As we delved deeper, we realized that it wasn't just a record of charitable donations; it was a meticulously documented account of a shadow financing operation, a backup plan for Zack's shell corporations.

Here it comes, I am about to lose my job, she thought. Edwards face paled at the memory, he had paid one of the boys from Rugby to add sneezing powder to every one of those pompous ladies’ books, he had no idea that this poor angel of a woman would be getting the blame, much less locked in the cupboard for something that was entirely out of her control!