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I see the certainty in the way he doesn’t blink, absolute in his choice. He’d made the decision already but felt the need to push out the words anyway.
Probably needing to hear it for himself over anything.
Tapping the edge of the pen to my mouth, it lifts in the faintest of smiles. So, Finn’s gotten himself a full ride. I’m proud, he’s a stupendous athlete, but my bigger concern right now is why the secrecy?
I continue to watch as he breathes life back into himself, stuck standing in his spot. The longer I observe the more it becomes clear that this is something that’s been weighing on him.
His eyes ping-pong back and forth, brows so close together you could confuse them for being one. The straight line of his shoulders goes slack, not as stiff anymore. Finally, the lines at the corners of his lids straighten out too.
His face is lit up like a tree glowing at Christmas.
“I’m going to do it. I’m gonna go for it. I don’t care anymore.”
“Good,” I agree, and I can tell my reaction startles him. “Go for it. You’ve always been the best player on the team.”
I may have been voted captain, but in spite of that, he’s undoubtedly the best. One of the top scorers of the season.
“I know,” Finns says. Mouth hooking to one side, cocky all of a sudden.
“Alright,” I deride on a laugh. “Calm it down.”
“This,”—he starts, pointing at the papers with disgust—“I’m not supposed to be doing this. Basketball is what I understand. Not processing contracts or documents for business deals.”
My breath turns jagged, a pang hitting my chest. His family at least has a say in the company, whereas mine is trying to solve where it went.
Silas has been playing nice since Abram threatened to go public. Him pretending like everything’s the same as of now, like our shares never disappeared. He’s been gracious enough to let my father continue to work every day the same as before.
Poof! Gone into thin air is our half.
Transferred out somehow… or by someone.
This is a whole other mystery in itself. One Silas you can bet, is doing everything in his power to figure out where they went.
Shaking, my head whips to the side. Snapping back in the direction behind me. My feet come to an equal abruptness of a halt as I pass Silas’s office. Hearing the agitation as it rolls off my father’s tongue in the form of words has me coming to a dead stop.
Normally this isn’t anything new. The man knows how to sniff out weaknesses like it’s a pastime.
Peeking through the crack of the door, I’m silently praising Finn for not closing it all the way earlier when he left. We opted for the quiet in Abram’s office instead.
The couch in his office, did I mention that? Not as firm, you actually sink into Abram’s cushions instead of landing down on what feels like a solid slab of wood.
The smoke of the glass wall may be clear because the doors aren’t all the way closed, but at least the door itself is solid wood.
Silas’s expression is almost tight, which is saying a lot for him. Speaking, he’s more energetic than a dog in heat.
Stretching out his arm he checks the time on his watch, nodding as if the other person can see him. He looks on the verge of suffering an aneurysm.
Fingers crossed.
His eyes pinch before he growls, literally snarls at the person on the other end.
“What’re you talking about? Those are my accounts too. Give me access to them.” Silas’s face is weathered and fierce. “I want access to them, it’s my right.”
What the fucking fuck?
Access? To what? Is he talking about Hardin? He has to be. Who else would willingly share an account with him?
“Montgomery,” he threatens, fuming now.
