Chapter 29: The Unexpected Alpha Philanthropist
Moana

My trance with the TV was broken by the sound of Selina’s voice coming from beside me.

“Interesting,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “That’s more than I expected.”

I turned to face her, still surprised by Edrick’s sudden act of generosity. “He doesn’t do things like this often, does he?” I asked.

Selina shrugged. “Every so often. It’s usually once a year or so these past few years, but it’s never made public, and it’s rarely this much. I wonder what changed to make him donate such a large amount and for him to allow it to be televised.”

“And to an orphanage, no less,” Lily chimed in from behind me.

Shrugging again, Selina turned around and started to head back to the kitchen. I followed her, still curious about the situation. “You said it’s been happening just for the past few years?” I asked.

she scrubbed so hard at the stovetop with a damp sponge that it was making the metal racks on the inside of the oven rattle. “If you’re really all that interested, you can look online. I’m

was still intrigued, so I turned on my heel and picked up my phone off of the coffee table. The interview with Sophia ended on the TV while I was in the kitchen, so now Ella was flipping absentmindedly through the channels as she searched for cartoons. I searched WereCorp’s most recent public relations campaigns, and lo and behold: there was a list of articles with vague information on Edrick’s donations over the past few years. It seemed, starting just four years prior, that WereCorp was trying to

daddy is so nice,” Ella said suddenly from behind me. I hadn’t realized it, but she must have grown bored of flipping through the television channels and was now hanging over the back of the couch, watching as I scrolled

her, pulling her onto my lap

little girl’s giggles, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling in my mind that Edrick’s newfound “compassion” was

wondered if he was coming back to the penthouse at all, and if he did, I wondered if he wouldn’t want to sleep together after our argument. Eventually, however, I heard

stormed over

Edrick as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Something about a billionaire

about it?” Edrick asked. His tone of voice was cold and

just think it’s interesting that just yesterday you thought that compassion was

philanthropy are two different things,” Edrick interrupted. “I have to do certain

on my most recent drawing: a picture of the city at night, using the view from my balcony as reference. “Is something

sounds in the room were the sounds of the city below, which was nothing but white noise to

a sudden, he

counterparts,” he said. “It’s absurd, really. I’ve always tried my best to be fair to everyone in my company. And now the

look over at Edrick.

“It’s the

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