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“She just got on her flight. She’ll be here in the next hour,” Toby answered, placing the towel in my hand.
“Get her on the phone.”
Wiping my face and hands before dropping the towel over him, I undid my cufflinks and black tie before removing my shirt, throwing each one at Grey, who in return handed me a new replica pair.
“Got her, sir,” Toby said, handing me the ear piece.
“Dona.”
“You know, you really should give your speechwriter a raise. She’s absolutely brilliant.” Her smug came over loud and clear.
“Apparently I’ll have to, seeing as how she’s now flying commercial for some reason unbeknownst to me. What are you up to, baby sister?” I asked, buttoning up my shirt again.
Silence.
“Donatella.”
“Do not call my name like that. I’m your sister, not one of your minions.”
“I’m still waiting,” I replied as I placed the tie around my neck. I knew Dona would never do anything to betray me, but I also knew when she was hiding something.
“Why can’t we ever have normal brother-sister conversations? Like ‘Hey, Dona, how was Boston?’ ‘Oh, not bad, a little chilly for August, but hey, what can you do?’ ‘Yea. Chicago’s still as windy as ever. And I’m bored shitless. When are you getting back—’”
“How long do you plan on keeping this little one-person play going?”
“How long do you plan on treating me like a baby?”
“Until you’re older than me.” I smirked, hearing her suck her teeth, trying her best to keep from snapping at me. Instead, she chose to annoy me.
“Where did we pause the play? Oh, right, you miss me. ‘Well, don’t be bored, brother, I’ll be back before you can say—’”
I thought for a moment as to why she was fighting me so much. It wasn’t like her…and then I realized.
“You went for Wyatt.”
She didn’t reply.
“This is your last trip to Boston for a while.” I waited for her to get the last word, placing my jacket on as I walked toward the metal door.
“No matter what Wyatt’s done he’s still our brother.”
“I wasn’t the one who exiled him. He left on his own. He abandoned the family, his family, on his own. Therefore—”
“You cut him out...of everything.”
“I thought so and here you are.”
“I’m a Callahan! I go where I damn well please.” She snapped at me and for a second she sounded like our mother.
I could feel a headache.
> “I’ll see you at home,” I said to her before hanging up as I stepped outside in the breeze so painfully cold today it felt as if it sliced through flesh.
“Sir.” My driver nodded at me, holding the door for me.
“Take the scenic route.”
Sliding into the backseat, I reached in the fold of the chair in front of me, lifting the tablet. No sooner did it scan my thumbprint than I saw the file.
