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4. All other allegations against myself, Kingsley Baxter and The Hamilton Group are untrue.
5. Any relationship with me and The Hamilton Group has now also been dissolved and I am not now, nor in the future will I be, an employee of The Hamilton Group.
I will have no further explanation on this matter and request respect for my privacy while I recover from my vicious mugging and recent loss of my beloved father.
All allegations that do not involve me may be directed to the respective parties.
Forty-Three
Kingsley
When I was sixteenand my father told me that he and my mother were divorcing, and that he was leaving the family business, I thought he had actually lost his mind.
For the next to two and half decades, we all thought that his decision had been made because of heartbreak. That he had loved my mother so much, that she had broken his heart so beyond repair, that he couldn't bear to be around a life that used to have her.
But we only recently found out that it hadn't been that at all.
And that when he left Baxter, he was finally choosing himself, and the years with her were the real sacrifice. And my father finally made sense to me. Not the leaving the company part, that might not ever make sense to me but the part where being in a relationship was a sacrifice.
I had always felt that way.
As a businessman, as the director of a company where mergers and acquisitions were my daily bread and butter, the golden rule has always been to aim for synergy. The number one factor on deciding whether or not to merge two or more entities, whether or not the net value of those two companies will be better as one rather than separate counterparts.
And so was my idealized idea of a relationship.
If I were ever to join into a relationship with another person, their value to me, and me to them, to us as a unit, had to be worth more than the sacrifices.
And I could never, ever imagine that I will would feel like that for someone, anyone else.
No one would be worth what Baxter Enterprises is to me.
No one could make me want to come home early from work just to sit and stare at each other awkwardly across the dinner table.
No one could make me come to bed just so they could sleep better with me in the bed with them, when I should be up working
No one could make me stand up my own company's board room to defend them against the company whose logo shaped the very red blood cells in my arteries.
Until Luna.
And now, in my fighting hour, when I'm precariously holding onto my position in my company, all I can think about is her.
In the last twenty-four hours, the article was published and picked up by almost every media outlet there is. As was her response. And now I'm in a meeting, with everyone I love and trust most yelling at me about what to do.
"Kingsley. It is done. She has spoken out. There isn't any harm reiterating what she has said. It will basically be a joint statement. She’s already said it. You’re just agreeing.”
“No. He shouldn't say anything. It’s basically a trashy tabloid piece. We don't respond to those. Not now. Not ever."
"Just shut it all down.‘All allegations in said article are untrue and unfounded.’Full stop. But technically we addressed it."
"Might as well as not have."
"That's thewholepoint."
I stand up. "I have to get out of here."
"Kingsley, we have to make a decision."
"I will give you my decision when I have one. Any move before then will be considered going against my explicit instruction, and that person and action will be held accountable. Have I made that clear?"
