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I stare at them for a minute. Calvin's gaze piercing into me. Clearing my throat, I speak up.
'What the fuck is going on?'
'Sit down please,' Sperm donor requests. I look at the meeting set up, the only seat being next to the fucking Carsehole himself. I heave in a breath.
'Ash, can we swap seats?' I say, he sits on the opposite end of the dining table.
'Why, you scared?' Calvin challenges, an evil grin plastered on his face, I turn around, walking to the chair next to him, and pull out the chair in an exaggerated manner, then go to slouch, very unladylike, I can tell by Sperm Doner's disapproval.
'Stop messing around.' He commands.
'What are you doing here in my house?' I ask, my eyes scanning everyone sitting at the table.
'Blair... We are going to take Ryder down, once and for all.' He starts, 'We all, have been collecting data on him and his illegal activities for many years, however he has managed to hide his darkest ones. We have recently found a safe whereby the files are most likely to be kept.'
I watch Calvin. He's going against his father? What a surprise.
'Okay, so how am I involved?'
'You as the heir to the Clifford and Monroe fortune, have the most power than anyone in Heartsland. As well as the most access to information therefore to the safe.'
I look around, he has the perfect team now that I'm thinking about it. Everyone here has incredible brains, especially when it comes to shit like this, they have Roman, a fucking expert at hacking, Calvin, as much as I fucking hate it, he's a good leader...
'It's good to know, not that you value me as a person, but as a useful pawn.' I crack my knuckles 'One other thing... Why is he here?' I nudge my head towards Calvin.
'I despise my father, and I don't want him to take what's my rights.'
'Very idealistic,' I smile sweetly, he wouldn't know idealism if it hit him in the face.
I turn my head to face Christian as he explains further the ins and outs, and suddenly feel a light hand on my upper thigh.
'I can show you just how idealistic I can be sweetheart.' He breathes down my neck ever so subtly.
'I'm sure Charlotte would be up to that.' I whisper back, then move my legs away from him, focusing back on what's important despite the overbearing tingling sensation behind me.
