The Proof

My muscles couldn't relax even hours after I had returned from the residence. My stomach remained twisted as I considered all the possibilities. I gritted my teeth, annoyed by the fact that Father told me merely a few vague pieces of information without something significant I could grasp and analyze. It would have been fucking easier to know exactly what my father and my uncle had done. What kind of illegal deeds had they committed for the sake of keeping the company floating above the surface?

My hand curled around the whiskey glass so tightly that I was close to breaking it. Fucking fools—my father and his brother both. Father wanted me to clean up the mess they had made, but what if this was something beyond fixing?

“You haven't talked to your mother, have you?” Tony glanced at me from the sofa in my study.

I shook my head. “Madelaine told me that Mother had an important meeting and left.”

His brows rose. “Do you think she's avoiding you after what happened the last time you met?”