âDonât argue with me, Sebastian.â
I march over to the elevator of the penthouse and push the button. It lights up, and the doors immediately part. I step inside with my bodyguard on my heels, his face creased with concern as I select the first floor.
âMrs. Bennettââ
When I shoot him a dirty look, he clears his throat. Just because Iâve accepted Hayden calling me that doesnât mean Iâm ready for the rest of the world to do it too.
âMiss Calista, Mr. Bennett gave me strict instructions not to take you anywhere except the hospital to visit your friend. Now that sheâs been discharged, youâre supposed to stay home.â
âI understand your reasons for wanting to keep me safe. Not only is it your job, but Hayden is not someone who likes to be disobeyed. With that being said, youâre not going to change my mind. I have to speak to Mr. Davis. Today.â
Sebastian slams his hand on the doorâs edge, preventing it from closing. âI take my job seriously, so seriously, in fact, that Iâll pick you up and carry you out of this elevator kicking and screaming if I have to.â
I glare up at him in an effort to conceal my nervousness. âIf you do, Iâll tell Hayden that you groped me.â
My stomach churns with acid at the lie. And the look of horror on Sebastianâs face. He pales, and his eyes widen. If I wasnât trying to intimidate him, Iâd be amused that this brawny man the size of a mountain is scared of Hayden.
âYou wouldnât do that,â he says.
âWouldnât I?â
âDo you have any idea what that man would do to me if he thought I touched you?â The bodyguard shudders. âYouâre cruel to threaten me like this.â
I quirk a brow. âDesperate timesâ¦â
He mutters something under his breathâa curse in Russian, if I were to guessâand folds his arms. âIâm doomed either way. If he doesnât kill me, Iâll consider myself lucky.â
âIf he gives you a hard time about taking me out, then Iâll advocate on your behalf.â
He says something else in a foreign language, and when I frown at him, he says, âItâs better to be at the right hand of the devil, than to be in his path of destruction.â
âAm I the devil?â
Sebastian sighs. âThat depends on how Mr. Bennett reacts.â
I take pity on the bodyguard and keep to myself, staying close to him as he guides me to and from the vehicle. The campaign headquarters hasnât changed one bit. I stop and stare at it briefly before Sebastian is ushering me indoors, his head on a constant swivel.
Once inside, I walk toward the offices at the rear of the building. Sure enough, Robert Davis sits at his desk, his eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him. I run my gaze over him, searching for any changes. His hair is still the same mousy brown, lying limply against his forehead, but his clothes are pressed and his tie straight.
For a moment, itâs like Iâve been transported back in time when my father still lived and Mr. Davis was by his side for every event. My throat closes as emotion threatens to choke me. Sebastian briefly places a hand on my shoulder.
âAre you all right?â
âI will be. Itâs just that I havenât been here since my father died. I donât know why I didnât think itâd affect me to be here.â I straighten my spine and nod. âOkay, Iâm ready.â
I walk up to the office door and grip the handle. Robertâs head snaps in my direction as I open the door and step inside, with Sebastian right behind me. The manager blinks at me in confusion before rising from his chair with a smile.
âMiss Green, what a pleasure to see you again. I hope youâve been well?â
âI have. Thank you, Robert.â
He gazes at Sebastian and then returns his attention to me. âIs there something I can do for you?â
âYes.â
âPlease have a seat.â After Sebastian and I occupy the set of leather chairs in front of his desk, Robert sits as well. He clasps his hands and rests them on the desktop, leaning forward. âWhat can I help you with?â
âI want to know about my fatherâs involvement with AstraRx.â
Robertâs eyes briefly flare before his gaze is shuttered. âIâm sorry, Calista. I have no idea what youâre talking about. Your father was a very busy man, but thatâs one company that he wasnât affiliated with.â
âPlease donât waste my time with lies. I spoke to Melissa Flynn yesterday, and she was very clear about working with my father in the past.â
âAgain, I regret to tell you that youâre wrong. I donât know who this Flynn woman is, but sheâs obviously lying.â
I take a deep breath in an attempt to calm my anger. âGiven the fact that youâre desperate to hide this from me tells me that whatever my father was involved in wasnât good. If youâre trying to protect me or his memory, donât. I need the truth. My life might depend on it.â
Robert squints at me. âAre you in some sort of trouble?â
Sebastian shifts his gaze from the manager to me. With the subtle movement, I sense what heâs trying to say without words. âOkay, that mightâve been a little dramatic,â I say, backtracking. âHowever, I want to know about my fatherâs dealings. I need closure. Itâs been a year and I still donât have any answers concerning what happened to me that night.â
âAnd you think AstraRx has something to do with the incident?â When I nod, he sighs. âListen, Calista, I wish I could help you, but youâre making connections that simply arenât there. Maybe itâs best you forget this whole ordeal and put it behind you.â
His words, condescending and judgmental, are like a match. Righteous indignation explodes within me.
I leap to my feet and snatch the letter opener off to my right. As soon as I curl my fingers around the gold-etched handle, I slam it into the desk, the tip disappearing into the wood right in front of him.
Robert jolts, and his eyes widen to the fullest extent. I can see myself in the darkness of his pupils, my chest heaving and my expression furious. Before he can react, I lean forward, still gripping the handle.
âI came here for answers, Robert. If you wonât tell them to me, then you can deal with Sebastian here. Heâs more than a bodyguard, heâs Bratva.â
The manager throws up his arms, his palms facing me. âOkay, fine. Letâs all calm down.â
âDonât you know that telling a woman to âcalm downâ has the opposite effect?â I narrow my gaze. âStart talking.â
âOkay, fine. Yes, your father had dealings with AstraRx. More specifically, the owner, Thomas Russell.â
With a firm jerk, I rip the letter opener from the wood with Robert watching my every move. After that I sink into my chair with the makeshift weapon resting on my lap. âFor what?â
Robert scrubs his jaw with his hand, peering at me and then Sebastian. âMr. Russell approached your father many years ago, at the beginning of his political career. The senator wasnât a fool, but he was much more impressionable back then. The owner of AstraRx ended up being a huge contributor to his very first campaign.â
I clutch the handle until my hand shakes. âWhat did my father promise him in return?â
âAt the time, the pharmaceutical company tried and failed to launch a new drug that had the potential to make millions of dollars. It kept getting flagged by the FDA because of detrimental side effects. Your father voted on certain laws that allowed AstraRx to bypass some of the red tape and ease the distribution of the drug into the market.â
âOh, my God.â I slump in my chair and bow my head. âAre you saying that my father knowingly helped put a dangerous drug into the hands of the public in exchange for funding?â
âIâm so sorry, Calista.â
âWhy would he do that?â I whisper. âMy father was a good man. Heâd never willingly hurt anyone.â
Robert shakes his head slowly, either in disagreement or in pity. âEveryone has skeletons in their closet. Itâs only a matter of when theyâre exposed.â
I sit motionless as his words sink in. My father, the honorable senator Iâve idolized all my life, helped unscrupulously distribute a dangerous drug just to further his political ambitions. How did I not see this part of him?
âHe was a different man back then, Calista,â Robert says gently. âI think once he got entangled with that company, it was hard to extricate himself. But he eventually did. We all make mistakes, especially when we let moments of weakness rule us.â
I shake my head, sorrow mixing with anger inside me. âA mistake is accidentally running a red light, not sacrificing public health for power and greed.â
âWhatâs done is done,â Robert says. âYour father came to deeply regret those early unethical choices. He spent the later part of his career fighting hard for consumer protection laws.â
âThat doesnât make it right. Who knows how many lives were ruined or lost because of his actions?â I pause. âWhen did my father finally stop dealing with AstraRx?â
Robert drums his fingers on the desk. When he finally answers me, thereâs a veil of guilt covering his face. âI think it was approximately a year ago.â
I close my eyes, suddenly exhausted. My image of the principled, heroic father I loved has been shattered. The letter opener slips from my fingers and clatters to the floor.
âAre you ready to leave, Miss Green?â Sebastian asks, keeping his gaze on Robert.
As if the manager could hurt me anymore than he has already.
I take a shaky breath. âYes.â I look at Robert. âThank you for telling me the truth, even though it was hard to hear.â
âI know I havenât been around much since the funeral, but if you need anything, donât hesitate to call.â Robert gets to his feet, and I follow suit. He reaches for me and immediately drops his hands at Sebastianâs glare. âSenator Green may not have been the most ethical politician, but he was a wonderful father before his untimely death.â
A thought strikes the heart of me, making my pulse race and my skin sweat. What if this pharmaceutical company was involved with my fatherâs murder?
I bend down to retrieve the letter opener. Once Iâm upright, I lift my chin and pin Robert with a hard look. âIâm going to keep looking into my fatherâs death until I find whoâs responsible. If you had anything to do with it, tell me now.â
Robert raises his hands. âNo, Calista. I swear it. The only thing Iâm guilty of is not talking your father out of that mess.â
I pocket the letter opener inside my coat, not only as a keepsake but to issue a warning. âI hope youâre telling the truth.â
Sebastian follows me as I hurry out of the office building with the letter opener heavy in my pocket. The morning air hits my face, unsuccessfully cooling the turbulent emotions burning inside me. I stop on the sidewalk, wrapping my arms around myself as I try to steady my breathing to keep from having a panic attack.
My bodyguard approaches me while maintaining a respectful distance. âI know this is a lot to take in,â he says. âBut youâre not alone in this. Although Iâm certain Mr. Bennett wonât like seeing you upset, he does care for you.â
I nod, not trusting my voice yet. A few rebellious tears slip down my cheeks.
Sebastian offers me a handkerchief from his pocket. I take it with a whispered âThank youâ and then dab my eyes.
âWhatever mistakes your father made, he clearly regretted them and tried to make amends,â Sebastian continues. âYou admired him for good reason. That hasnât changed.â
I shake my head. âI feel like I didnât really know him. Iâm not sure how to reconcile the scheming politician with the man who put band-aids on my scratches as a kid.â
âSometimes people have more than one side to them. The one they show the world and the one they keep hidden. That doesnât mean you canât love part of them.â
âI donât know how to love in pieces. When I give someone my heart, I share all of it.â
âMr. Bennett is a very fortunate man then.â
I sigh, folding the handkerchief neatly before offering it to Sebastian. âMaybe you donât want this back?â
âYou keep it, Miss Green. Hopefully, you wonât need it again anytime soon.â