Chapter 0155


    I found myself sitting at my desk, a weighty leather bound folder sitting in front of me. “Gianna, Gerald,


    They walked in, and it was then that I saw it: they really did look like father and daughter. I was


    surprised that I had never noticed it before, but now it was clear as day. They had the same eyes, the


    same nose, the same lips.


    “Thank you foring,” I said, gesturing to the two chairs across from my desk. “Take a seat.”


    With looks of mild surprise and confusion on their faces, they sat. Leading up to this point, I had kept


    up an air of benevolence; and yet, all the while, I had been doing my own detective work. I gestured to


    the leather bound folder sitting on my desk, and cast my eyes on Gianna.


    “You’ll want to read what is inside,” I said.


    Gianna hesitated, then slowly reached across the desk. My heart almost seemed to stop momentarily


    as she opened the folder. Her eyes widened, her mouth a small ‘o’ of disbelief.


    “What is this?” she asked, her eyes slowly raising to meet mine.


    I sneered at her. “You see, I got a little suspicious about the other night,” I said, standing. “So, I decided


    to do my own digging. You really shouldn’t be sending such incriminating emails over your work email,


    Gianna. Did you think I would never exercise my right to look?”


    Her face went ashen, the blood draining away like water down a sink.


    The emails were damning—countless emails from Abby, begging my secretary to fit her into my


    schedule. My own wife, being forced to make an appointment to see me?


    But that wasn’t the most damning email by far. No, it got much worse than that.


    Among the emails was a proposition to our gardener, back when Abby and I were still together. A


    proposition to take a pair of Abby’s underwear, vite them, and leave them in the garden for everyone


    to find, all in return for a sum of money, with the most recent email from the gardener:


    “Gianna, I did it. I expect the payment in my ount by tonight, as promised.”


    And then, from Gianna, dated just five minutester: “Of course. I just sent the payment. Thanks for


    your help. When I be Luna, I’ll send you a little extra for your trouble.”


    “This isn’t true,” Gianna stammered, but her eyes betrayed her.


    “Oh, but it is,” I cut in. “And let’s not forget the other night. Those incriminating emails just miraculously


    appeared on myputer screen, right when Abby ‘found’ them. A distraction, perhaps, while you


    attempted to kiss me and make Abby out to be the viin. Well done.”


    I shifted my gaze to Gerald, then back to Gianna. “So, how long exactly did you n to usurp Abby? To


    be the next Luna?”


    That was when Gerald suddenly stood and stepped forward, cing himself protectively in front of his


    daughter. “It was my idea, Karl. All of it. I’ve always felt Abby came from dirt. My daughter deserves to


    be Luna.”


    My nostrils red, my fists clenched. “You, of all people, Gerald? You dare to judge Abby? To plot


    against her?”


    Gerald’s eyes were aze. “You’re a fool, Karl. Ruining the family name. If your adoptive brother


    wasn’t in aa, you’d never even be Alpha.”


    I rose from my seat, towering over them. “Enough. Both of you, leave. You’re fired and banished from


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    the pack.”


    Gianna’s eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling. “Karl, please. I’ve always loved you.”


    But Gerald took her by the arm, leading her out. His eyes met mine onest time before he


    disappeared, and although he spoke no words, his gaze said it all.


    “Watch your back, Karl.”