Chapter 33
Chapter 33: Inside the Heart of a CEO
Moana
A few more days went by, and I had juste inside from a midday walk with E and was taking her
sun hat off in the foyer when I suddenly felt a newspaper being shoved into my hand. I nced up to
see Amy standing above me with a surprised look on her face, and I took the paper from her to see that
the front page had a picture of Edrick crouching in front of ra from the day we went to the
orphanage, when he crouched to exin the situation with his father to her. Selina must have snuck a
picture while they were talking.
The headline of the article read “CEO OF WERECORP VISITS ORPHANAGE, SPENDS
HEARTWARMING AFTERNOON WITH CHILDREN”.
“What’s that?” E asked, leaning over to look at the paper. She gasped then and ripped the paper out
of my hands. “It’s daddy! And look, Moana!” she eximed, pointing to the background. “There you
are!”
In the background of the picture, I could be seen standing and looking down at Edrick and ra. I felt
my face get hot; I was never one for any sort of public attention, not that anyone would necessarily be
looking at me.
E handed the paper back. “Will you read it to me?” she said.
I nodded and led her over to the big armchair in the living room, where she crawled up onto myp and
traced the words on the page with her small finger while I read.
“‘Mr. Morgan is a kind and lovely soul, beneath his hard exterior,’ Sophia Brown, the director of the
orphanage, stated during her interview,” I read. “‘What was meant to be a brief meeting turned into an
entire afternoon of fun with the children, who all can’t stop talking about their new favorite visitor. I
sincerely hope that Mr. Morgan wille back often.’”
The article went on to talk about Edrick’s donation, as well as hismitment to change. However, the
reporter also went on to mention their suspicions that the visit to the orphanage was all just a publicity
stunt to cover up his unfair treatment of human WereCorp employees and his cold attitude toward the
children that tried to give him their thank-you cards outside the WereCorp headquarters. I stopped
reading before I got to that point, not wanting E to hear those things being said about her father.
“Will you bring me next time?” E asked. “I want to see the orphanage.”
I nodded. “If your daddy says it’s okay, I’ll take you sometime,” I said. “I’m sure the other children would
love to make friends with you.”
Satisfied with that response, E jumped off myp and ran off to y. As I stood and began to tidy up,
however, I couldn’t stop thinking about the article; the reporter was right about the fact that the visit to
the orphanage was originally meant to be a publicity stunt, and although it ultimately turned out to be
far more than that, it still made me feel a bit guilty for suggesting it to begin with. In a way, I felt as
though I had helped Edrick take advantage of Sophia and the children by getting those nice pictures.
He hadn’t mentioned the trip at all for the past few days, which made me wonder if it truly made him
morepassionate or if it was all just an act to get some positive press. Was he even still nning on
starting a foundation for human orphanages?
Suddenly, I heard the elevator ding and looked up to see the doors slide open, revealing Edrick; he had
come home much earlier than expected.
“What are you doing here so early?” I asked, looking up at the clock to see that it was only a little past
one o’clock.
Edrick shrugged and tossed his briefcase down by the coat rack in the foyer. “No reason,” he replied.
“Just taking an extra hour for lunch to get some work done here.”
He started to walk toward his study, but I called after him.
“Edrick,” I said, watching him stop in his tracks and look over his shoulder. “There’s an article about you
in the paper.”
“Oh?” he said, turning around now fully as I scooped the paper up and handed it to him. I watched his
steely gray eyes scan the article, and then with a hmph, he tossed it back down on the coffee table.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Sophia said some really nice things about you.”
He shrugged. “I was just hoping they would have reported on the pay raises by now,” he said.
“The pay raises?” I c****d my head, intrigued.
“Yes. I gave the human workers the pay raises they wanted. A certain percentage, anyway.”
I was taken aback by Edrick’s sudden choice to do the right thing. Maybe the visit to the orphanage
really did change a small part of the Alpha’s heart, after all.
“That’s… great,” I said, feeling a smile spread across my face. “I’m happy that you did that.”
Now, it was Edrick who appeared a bit taken aback. He almost appeared as though he didn’t know how
to respond to someone being happy for his decisions.
“Well, it’s all for the productivity of my factories,” he said, his face returning to its usual cold and stony
appearance. “And besides, I wouldn’t have made this decision if it wasn’t part of a negotiation to get my
employees back to work.”
“He’s lying…” Mina suddenly said. “I think… he wanted to do the right thing.”
I watched as Edrick turned to go back to his study. Before he disappeared inside, I called after him one
last time: “Still. Thank you for doing the right thing.”
Edrick paused, his hand on the doorknob. Then, without a word, he closed the study door behind him
and left me alone.
Just then, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket, breaking me from my trance over Edrick’s sudden
change of heart. I pulled it out and felt my heart skip as I saw Ethan’s name on the screen, then I
nced up at the study door to make sure that Edrick wasn’t watching before I answered, walking
further away. After how Edrick had always reacted before over Ethan, I felt like I should hide this phone
call from him.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Moana, hi,” Ethan’s soft voice said on the other line. “Are you free tonight?”
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“Um– Why do you ask?”
“How cruel of you to have forgotten,” Ethan said. There was a bit of humor in his voice, and suddenly, I
remembered that the exhibit was tonight.
“Oh!” I said, feeling my face get hot with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. Ipletely forgot.”
“It’s alright,” Ethan said with a chuckle. “Well, if you wannae, it starts at eight. Afterwards, there’ll
be an afterparty.”
I bit my lip, ncing over my shoulder at the study door — it was still closed.
“I’ll try my best,” I said.
After we hung up, I slipped my phone back into my pocket as I continued to look at the study door.
Would it be a bad idea to lie in order to go to Ethan’s exhibit?