Page 89 of Roots of the Wicked

I stepped away from my desk, keeping my cell pinned to my ear.

“I’m still on the quest to find a suspect,” I replied.

I approached the bank of windows and peered out. The view called, but I didn’t really see it as my mind was stuck on Jax.

“Did the outside security team I hired help at all?” My father asked. “They were an eager bunch, very motivated.”

“Yes. They were the ones that discovered that my signature used to sign for the drone was a clever forgery. However, they weren’t successful in figuring out who was behind it. They also couldn’t link the person who signed for the drone, with the one that leaked the photos.”

We had yet to confirm why, or if it were one or a group of people behind the attacks launched at me and Jax.

“I wish I could do more for you. I noticed from our brief meet at dinner that the young lady meant a lot to you. I know I wasn’t always the best example for you and your brother, but I hope you can understand that I pushed you because I have always wanted what was best for you.”

“I know dad. I appreciate all the help you are giving me. I’ll see you later tonight for dinner.”

We had been having regular family dinner nights. Although our family was a long way from being close knit, we all managed to show up and break bread together. Blake was still being Blake-the-Fake, feigning concern and urging that it was for the best that me and Jax weren’t together anymore.

“See you later son.”

My father remained supportive, calling to check on me and offering his help. It wasn’t something I was used to, but his support meant more than he could have known. His efforts proved, that even the most controlling person I knew, had the ability to change.

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