Which is fine.
Those two punks would never admit it, but it’s because of their upbringing that they are who they are today. King blood runs in their veins and they’re born to rule, not to be stomped on.
I ignore the coffee and take another sip of my cognac, letting the burn settle in. “For two.”
Margot throws a peculiar glance at Harris. He shrugs and focuses back on his tablet as if he were born with it attached to his hand.
“Do you fancy beef?” she asks me.
“I have no preferences, Margot. Just make it perfect.”
“Always.” She nods and retreats.
Am I doing this to impress Aurora? Probably. She needs to be impressed in order to be intimidated. They’re weaker and easier to handle when they’re put out of their element.
She seems to be the type who’s not easily threatened, which is fine by me. The process of subduing people is more thrilling than watching from the top. It’s what happens after their fall that bores me.
Harris slides his tablet into his leather briefcase and stands up. “I’ll be leaving as well.”
“You can have dinner here.” Since Levi moved out two years ago and Aiden followed a year after for university, Harris has most of his meals here. He also spends all-nighters sometimes. Needless to say, he has no life outside of work, which makes him efficient.
“I’ll have to decline, considering you’re having dinner for two. Last I checked, I’m not one of those two.”
“You’re being petty.”
“Me, sir?” He raises a sarcastic brow. “Never.”
“Leave.”
He smiles a little, but then his expression goes back to normal. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
He readjusts his glasses. “There are some rumours.”
“What type of rumours?” Harris does a lot of media play on my behalf, so he knows most rumours are lies. He even uses them for King Enterprises’ favour when needed, but if he mentioned it, there must be something behind it.
“In the juridical circle, there’s talk about granting Maxim Griffin a trial for parole.”
“I thought he wasn’t eligible for parole because of the nature of his crimes.”
“He’s not, but there’s a new psychotherapist on the line. Apparently, his lawyer is playing the mental health card. Or it could be new evidence.”
I plant my elbows on the table and lean forward. “Who knows about this?”
“The inner circle.”
“Your source?”
“Dr Lenin. The new psychotherapist works in his facility.”
That’s close enough to be chalked up to false rumours. Dr Lenin has no reason to lie to Harris, considering he gives him the best investments – on my behalf.
Since Aurora disappeared right after Maxim’s trial, I had to at least keep an eye on him in case she went to visit her father.
She didn’t. Not once.
Considering how she ended things with him, I’m not surprised. That woman has so much stubbornness in her, it sparks in her stormy eyes like waves. However, there’s a slightly broken quality to her, too. A vulnerability I’ve caught a glimpse of whenever Maxim’s name is mentioned.