Corrupted (18+) (GxG)

Case File 67

Case File Name:
Fucking Unpredictable.

♠Chapter Sixty-Seven♠

After having dinner that night with Marie, the next two days flew past me—from working all day to spending my nights tucked into crisp hotel sheets.

I also tried looking into my parent's belongings but so far I haven't come up with any separate storage facility that they could've used.

It felt a little hard to find anything relating to their secret life considering so much of their past life is packed away and dusted over.

Now it's Friday and I still don't have the fucking picture Dorian requested on Monday.

"Have you ever thought about asking your dad?" I emphasized as I sat at the furthest end of the table away from Dorian and his usual men that tagged along.

Although different people seemed to accompany him every time.

"He would clearly know more than me," I pointed out as I sat back in my cushioned seat.

Dorian pursed his lips together for a moment, "Tell you what," he suddenly said, clearly still in thought, "I'll bring it up with him and see if he knows anything—but anything relating to our syndicate goes to us."

My brows immediately raised, "Absolutely fucking not," I said, immediately shooting his suggestion down.

At the end of the day, that's my parent's belongings and it won't be going to anyone who isn't family.

Dorian tilted his head, "It wasn't a question," he clarified, which immediately made everything burn around me.

Mostly, because I was already low on patience and the topic of my parents hit every single nerve in my body.

But then on top of that, Dorian has the audacity to request their property?

"Glad you could clarify that," I suddenly spoke again, straightening my posture in my chair, "But you're not getting a single fucking thing from wherever this storage unit is."

And I meant every single word.

I won't be giving anything of theirs up, even if it's a fucking thread and needle.

They touched it at some point so it's theirs.

"It's just precaution for real. We can't have anything getting out—"

"And when did you decide this? Almost ten years after their deaths?" I cut him short, suddenly standing from my chair with my defenses held high.

Which made Dorian visibly grow irritated.

But before he could form a response—

A loud ding echoed throughout the top floor of my firm, which I quickly realized was the elevator.

And as soon as I heard heels click far away on the marble floors—I instinctively backed away from the table.

"I'll be back," I mumbled, not bothering to wait for Dorian's response as I quickly exited the conference room to where I knew Ivanna was coming from.