Containment Of Secrets

Chapter 15

(Mallory's point of view) 

"MALLORY!" Braxton shouts after me.

 I storm into the kitchen where Tennille and the children are gathered, talking to the kitchen staff. Tennille looks as if she has seen a ghost upon my entrance. She immediately pulls her daughters close to her.

"Where the hell is he?" I ask her.

 "He is in a meeting right now, Mallory. Can it not wait?"

"No, it certainly cannot. Now, where can I find the spoiled brat?"

 "He's in the throne room, down the hall and-."

"I know my way." I say, quickly heading toward the direction of the throne room. Braxton is hot on my heels. I didn't even give Michael the courtesy of knocking, I just barged in.

"Now, gentleman. If we decide to make allies with them, we can trade at a cheaper cost and put money back in our people's pockets." Michael says he sits on his throne while video chatting on his laptop.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" I shout. I walk right up to him, grabbing a hold of his laptop. I throw it across the room out of pure anger. I step forward, grabbing ahold of his lapel.

"How could you do this?"

"I... I." He stammers.

"Why Michael? Why? Give me one good reason."

 "We needed the money, our country is struggling, Mallory."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, attempting to stay calm, only to fail miserably. "That was our summer home, Michael. We went there every summer. Our parents, they-."

"Are dead, Mallory. Don't you get it? No. I guess you don't. Instead of moving on and becoming queen, you run to the States, attend school to become a detective. For what? Answers? When are you going to accept, they are dead and never coming back. You got almost 5 years with them! Five years, Mallory. I didn't even get that much time with them. Spare us all and get over it!"

My hands loosen on his lapel. I step back, feeling the anger seeping through me once more. It was like hot lava ready to seep through my skin, ready to consume me. I clench my jaw, tilt my head to the side. My fists clench and unclench at my sides. I finally relax my jaw, fix my posture before charging full force at Michael. Braxton intercepts, grabbing ahold of my shoulders right before my hands land on my brother.

"Thank you, Mr. Foyay. I see we are at a mutual agreement." Michael says, his words speak of anger, but his eyes read hurt.

"When did I take sides? If anything, I just saved you from getting your butt royally served, by your sister."

Michael rolls his eyes. "If you two are done here, I have a ball to be getting ready for. Now, with you two conducting such an investigation, it would be a major plus for the two of you to attend. However, it's not my place to decide." He says, sweeping past us. He stops, turning to look at me.

"If you do show up, please don't make another embarrassment out of yourself. Arrive by eight, I will be expecting you both." He leaves, with not another word to say. Braxton releases me, letting me pace back and forth along the floor.

"What's the verdict?" He asks.

"We have to call Griggs."

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 "What in the hell is going on over there? I send you two across the pond to solve a case, and now Mallory is having some damn family reunion. Let me call Hollywood" Griggs says, raising his voice. Braxton and I sat side by side talking into the phone.