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“I think you’ll need more than a second, sir.”
Oh boy.“Then give me five minutes. I’ll need coffee.”
Mosely checks his watch. “I can give you two.”
“Instant coffee it is.” I prefer a drip roast, but desperate times and all that.
My metal spoon clinks around the cup as I stir the packet. The quiet is so awkward that I whirl around and glare at Mosely.
“The silence is killing me. Is there any good news?”
“The good news? Sure.” He flips open a folder. “We traced the online profile that collected money under Yaya’s name. The creator was as you suspected—”
“Henry,” I growl.
“Yes.”
That kind of betrayal would kill someone like Yaya, who values her close friends and family so highly.
“How is that good news?” I give him the stink eye.
“Because of this.” Mosely hands me a folder.
I skim the bank transfer. “What am I looking at?”
“This is a high interest savings account at Eronxx Bank. It’s one of their unique services.”
“A trust fund?” I arch an eyebrow.
“In a sense.”
“For Yaya?” I clarify.
“No, sir.” Mosely’s eyes meet mine and there’s a hint of amusement on his face. “For you.”
“For me?” The sound of rustling paper is all that can be heard as I pore over the information with new eyes. Pieces click together one by one in my mind. “He wasn’t betraying Yaya.”
“Henry struck that deal with Ru-Carpsel to save her.” Mosely tilts his head. “From you.”
A vise-like squeeze tortures my heart. I scowl at my assistant and shove the folder back in his arms.
I’m happy that Yaya’s friends are so loyal.
But on the other hand…
Henry doing all this just to ‘save’ Yaya from me is irritating. The fact that he even thinks she needs saving is an insult to what I’m trying to build.
But maybe that’s the point.
I remember the line he dropped the day he protested outside my building.
“You think you can ever be the man Yaya needs? You can’t. And it’s not just because you’re hearing. It’s because you will never understand her the way I can, no matter how much ASL you learn.”
That didn’t sound like a man who wanted to be just friends.
I turn to face the window. The sky is a crystal-clear blue. So clear it almost looks unreal. The sun bounces brilliantly against skyscrapers clustered in a jagged line.
“Would you like to hear the bad news now? I have it categorized by ‘bad’, ‘horrible’, and ‘the absolute worst’.”
