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Fifty Two
Ethan Curtis arrived at exactly ten o’clock with his daughter and another woman. Henry had his secretary usher them in and waved them to a seat. “Hello, Mr. Winyard.” Ethan greeted him as he sat down, looking at him with a skeptical look in his eyes like he was trying to determine what this was about.“Hello, Ethan. I can call you that, can’t I?” Henry asked and Ethan nodded. “Yes, Mr. Winyard. This is Diana, my daughter,” Ethan said, gesturing briefly toward her. “And this is Laura Finch, our legal advisor.”Henry inclined his head politely, his gaze moving to Diana last, and only for a moment. She stood beside her father rather than sitting, hands clasped in front of her, posture straight but guarded.She seemed so rigid, like she was an ice that could break if pushed. “Miss Curtis,” Henry said evenly. “Ms. Finch. Thank you both for coming on such short notice.” he nodded at them. Diana returned the nod, her expression composed, though her eyes flicked once around the roo
Fifty One
It didn’t take long for Ethan Curtis office to get back to Henry about his call. He was outside in the garden when Mrs. Martha brought him the house phone. “You have a call, Mr. Winyard.” She said as she walked towards him. “Oh, really? Who?” Henry asked, pushing up his brows and hoping it wasn’t Georgie. Thankfully, it wasn’t. It was Ethan Curtis office getting back to Henry on the call he made. Henry took the phone from Mrs. Martha with a nod of thanks and turned slightly away, pacing a few steps along the edge of the garden.“Henry Winyard speaking,” he said evenly.“Good afternoon, Mr. Winyard,” a polished voice replied. “This is Sandra Lowe, Mr. Curtis’ executive assistant. He received your message and asked that I return the call.”“I appreciate that,” Henry said. “Is Mr. Curtis available?” he asked. There was a brief pause. “He can spare a few minutes, yes.” she said.For a moment, he heard nothing, then the line shifted, and another voice came on; sounding thicke
Fifty
After dinner, Henry called Devon into his office and when he arrived, he waved him to one of the chairs in front of him. “Thank you for coming in. I was told you were already on your way up to your room.” Henry started but Devon waved his hand. “Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s all fine.” Devon said. “That’s good. I heard from Sophie that you started the internship program that started today. That’s nice.” Henry said. Devon nodded. “Yes. It’s good to start from the lowest place and gather experience and momentum.” He said. “That’s true. Maybe if you win as you said, we’ll find you a better role than the managerial one you agreed to take.” Henry said. Devon gave a small shrug. “I’m not in a rush,” he said honestly. “I just want to learn how things actually work. Titles don’t mean much if you don’t know what you’re doing with them.”Henry’s expression softened, a mix of approval and something close to pride. “That mindset alone puts you ahead of most people who walk into that b
Forty Nine
They ended up leaving the shelter without a dog because Devon couldn’t make his mind up about which he wanted so he made another appointment to come again. Now, they were both at the farmer’s market, Mrs. Martha and Devon, walking around the market looking for items she wanted. “You know, I’ve always wondered about how you survived that horrible place as a young boy, when you got convicted.” Mrs. Martha said as she turned to the cucumbers, checking them one after the other. Devon slowed his steps beside her, fingers hooking loosely into the strap of the canvas bag slung over his shoulder. The market was lively around them; voices calling out prices, the rustle of paper bags, the scent of herbs and ripe fruit, but her words cut through all of it. He didn’t answer right away because bile suddenly rushed to his throat. Mrs. Martha glanced at him, then back to the cucumbers, selecting two and placing them into her basket as if she hadn’t just asked something heavy. She had a
Forty Eight
Getting ready after his workout, Devon adjusted the sleeve of his shirt, then he grabbed his wristwatch, the old one he used to wear, before heading to the bed to sit at the edge and wear his shoes. He was going out with Mrs. Martha to the shelter soon, and he was getting ready just for that. Although, Mrs. Martha had told him earlier that he would have to go alone because she needed to go to the farmer’s market, but he was able to convince her to wait and follow him still so they could go together. He bent forward, tying his laces carefully, double-knotting them out of habit. The watch felt familiar and grounding once it settled around his wrist, its worn leather strap creaking softly as he fastened it. He hadn’t worn it in a while, but today felt like the right day for it. It was nothing flashy, nothing new. Just him, as he was.Standing, Devon glanced at his reflection in the mirror across the room. He was clean and composed. If he was nervous, it didn’t show much, though his
Forty Seven
After Dr. Matthew had gone, Henry couldn't stop smiling, like someone had given him a prize he never thought he could win. “This is great news, Devon. I'm not sure how to say this. I've never doubted that you're my grandson, but this helps cement things.” he said. Devon nodded, but he didn't care much about that. His mind was on something else for now, and it had been battling him since. “Are you okay?” Mrs. Martha asked him, and he raised his head to look at her. “You don't look particularly happy about this. It's good news, right?” she said. Devon sighed and shook his head. “That's not what's on my mind, but it truly is good news.” I agreed. At least, now, Georgie would get off my case and stop being an ass. Although, I doubted that, that he would stop I mean. He would probably find something else to cause trouble with. “Oh, so what's on your mind? Do you want to share?” Henry asked and Devon looked at him. He cleared his throat, and started. “Actually, there's just some
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