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When a vote got dragged out as long as this one had, the anticipation fizzled. Besides, I already had what I wanted right in this room with me.
“So are you two on good terms now?” Isabella asked. “He didn’t get caught up in the Russell thing, right?”
“Good termsis too optimistic of a term,” I said dryly. “But we’ve developed a mutual understanding.”
Richard and I would never see eye to eye on most things, but he was one of the few board members whom Russell couldn’t find dirt on, and he’d steered the board admirably through its recent storm. Meanwhile, I’d proved that I was willing to fight for the company and work with him, if only on logistics and making sure Russell and Victor got their comeuppance.
Victor’s membership at Valhalla had been terminated. The club frowned on member-on-member sabotage, and with Christian’s help, I hit pay dirt on theNational Star. The tabloid had allegedly engaged in police bribery and phone hacking in pursuit of its stories, and it was under both legal and public fire. Chances were it would fold and take Victor Black down with it. I’d confront him in person, but he wasn’t worth a single second more of my time or energy.
When I told Richard, he’d laughed and offered me a congratulatory cigar. We didn’t like each other, but we respected each other.
“On that note…” I lifted Isabella and gently set her aside. “I have one more call to make before we continue our rousing game of Scrabble.”
She flinched. “Kai, I love you, but please don’t utter the phraserousing game of Scrabbleever again.”
I was still wearing a grin when I FaceTimed my mother. She must’ve heard the news by now, but I wanted to confirm and see her reaction.
It was lunchtime in London, so I expected her to answer in her office. Instead, she picked up after half a dozen rings—a record long time for her—in what looked like a…bedroom? A bay window spanned the wall behind her, reflecting the night lights of a city that was very much not London.
“Kai.” My mother sounded flustered. “I thought you were taking the day off. What is it?”
“The results are in. I won.” I skipped to the more important issue at hand. “Where are you?”And who are you with?
The suite, the redness of her cheeks, the late hour…
Dear God, my mother had a lover.
My stomach lurched, threatening to expel my breakfast. I hadn’t felt this horrified since a visiting Abigail snuck into my closet a few years ago and rearranged my ties by length instead of color as a prank.
“Yes, I received the call earlier from Richard. Congratulations.” My mother’s face softened. “The company will be in good hands.”
For a split second, shock edged out my horror. Leonora Young was not the type of parent who coddled her children when it came to business. I couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this unabashedly supportive; no matter how much Abigail or I accomplished, there was always more. More accolades, more awards, more power.
This was the first time I felt like what I did was enough.
An uncomfortable warmth crept into my chest, only to vanish seconds later when a deep male voice joined the conversation.
“Nono, it’s eleven at night.” A flash of salt-and-pepper hair entered the frame. “Tell whoever’s calling—ah.”
The man next to my mother stared back at me with equal parts guilt, astonishment, and embarrassment.
My earlier horror returned, sprouting fangs and teeth. “Father?”
Edwin Young’s face flushed a vivid shade of scarlet. “Hello, Kai. This is, uh, unexpected.”
Across from me, Isabella’s jaw unhinged.Your parents?she mouthed. She looked like she didn’t know whether to laugh or cringe.
I couldn’t bring myself to respond.
My parents. Together. In what was obviously a hotel room doing…
My stomach rebelled again.
“I realize this must come as a shock.” My father cleared his throat. At sixty-two, he was still trim and fit thanks to regular tennis games and a red-meat-free diet. “But your mother and I are, uh…we’re…”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Edwin,” my mother said impatiently. “I hope you’re more eloquent when you’re pitching to clients?” She faced me again. “Your father and I have resumed a romantic relationship. This doesn’t necessarily mean we’re getting back together, since sexual—”
“Stop right there.” I held up my free hand. The wordsexualleaving my mother’s lips was enough to make me want to bleach out my ears. “I don’t need the details.” I focused on the city behind her. I hadn’t paid attention earlier, but the skyline was unmistakable. “Are you inShanghai?”
