Differences

Chapter 38 - Alaina

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Warning: Mention of death. Please read what is comfortable for you.

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I was aware that the universe had a personal grudge against me.

If that wasn't the case, I wouldn't be in this room standing alone, while having a staring contest of my own in front of all the heads of respective families that work for the Taylors. As well as the man himself, who was situated at the head of the long mahogany table with Alastor, the head of the Bates family and Will's father situated on his left, while Josh's father, Nigel, the head of the Rhodes family seated on his right.

How I was getting wasted one night then enjoying some time with Luke, casually having breakfast turn into . . . whatever this is? I don't know. But what I do know was that I must've done something clearly stupid for me to land in this situation. And yet as I wracked my brain, I came with nothing. I had no idea why or what I did to land in this position.

The minutes tick by, and no one utters a single word. But all eyes were focused on me, making them looking like bat eyes in dark caves waiting and watching for movement to fly and attack towards. Or more like for me to move so that it would give a logical reason for them to react upon.

How I wished to flee from this room and hide away from everything and anything.

I could feel my body begin to shake and I ball my hands into fist, my nails digging into my palm to feel even a semblance of control, but even that wasn't really helping.

"I'm sure you may be confused as to why we all gathered here today but we wanted to ask you some questions.", Mr Taylor begins to explain, his vivid green eyes staring down at me, "And I need you to answer them truthfully. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir.", I say, nodding simultaneously.

"Good.", he states back as he nods at one of the men situated at the end of the meeting room who nods back and starts walking towards me. He hands me a piece of paper which happens to be another letter from the MeX as well as note from, . . . my uncle?

"What?", I stammer, trying to figure out how this was even possible.

"Yes, as you can see, those two handwritings match.", Mr Taylor announces, I look back to him in disbelief, thinking everyone else in the room would do the same, but everyone remained their focus on me. It seems that they were already aware of this obviously significant information.

Mr Taylor continues, "You see, we were trying to match the handwriting of this new letter as well as the previous one to any other handwriting notes, letters, documents we had access to, and it happened to match with your uncle, Emilliano De Luca. But your family has always been secretive and reserved, especially when it comes to your inner circle, and we came to a dead end.", he looks straight towards me, as though he was gathering more information through my facial features and body language on its own. In the few months I have gotten to know him, he probably could gather information from the way people act in front of him.