The Dark Secret of the CEO by Sofia de Orellana

Chapter 20

“Your name, Madam. I won’t ask twice.”

I’m almost flattered to get a “madam”… Although I probably shouldn’t rejoice at all right now. I’m at the police station, sitting in front of a desk, with a stubborn cop trying to interrogate me. They gave me some tissues to wipe out the blood off my hands and chin a bit, but they are still looking at me like I’m an alien. Can’t blame them…

“Do you understand my question? …Do you speak English?”

I roll my eyes. …Is it alright to give my name?

“Can I call my lawyer?” I ask.

“First, I want your name,” he retorts. “Listen, Lady, you’re not in trouble yet, but you were found with a lot of blood on your hands and an unknown man who’s now in the ER. If it was self-defense, you can tell me. I am not a bad cop, I just want to do my job. Now, your name?”

“…Hera Heartgraves.”

He sighs, but types it on his decade-old computer.

“Hera… Heartgraves. Age?”

“That’s rude to ask a Lady that.”

“Then your birthdate, if that makes you feel any better. Your occupation too, please.”

I stop answering. I won’t know how much trouble I’m in until Swithin or somebody else shows up, so I might as well try and not make it worse. I look around. It’s pretty busy for a police station, they are already getting all the drunkards and people crying about their stuff getting stolen. If it wasn’t so crowded, perhaps I could have gotten away with Charming him, but that just won’t work in such a noisy environment.

“Fine,” He groans; “I’ll just have to make a good old search. With that attitude, I wouldn’t be surprised if you have… a… rec-…”

What’s going on? He’s staring at his screen with a confused expression. He hits one of the keys repeatedly, as if there’s something wrong with it. He glances at me, then looks around, and calls over one of his colleagues. What now?

“Have you ever seen this?” He asks, confused.

“You better call the chief,” his colleague shakes his head, glancing at me.

The cop in charge of me sighs and leaves towards what I guess to be his superior’s office. Less than two minutes later, he comes running back with an older man, both of them out of breath and giving me strange stares. What. The. Heck?

“…Can you repeat your name, Madam?” Asks his superior, sounding stressed.

“Hera Heartgraves.”

He goes livid.

“M-my colleague said you mentioned a lawyer, Madam?”

“Can I make that call now? …I have his card in my wallet, which you guys confiscated.”

The man almost jumps on my wallet, opens it, and sure enough, when he sees Swithin’s business card, he goes even whiter. Maybe I’m not in such a bad position, after all… I watch him glance at me again, then go back to the card. He takes a deep breath, and grabs the phone.

“…S-Sir Heartgraves? This is Officer Davies, from the London Poli-… Yes, Sir. We have one of your uh… relatives here at the station. …A young woman, Sir. …Yes, Sir, with red hair. …Yes. Yes Sir, I understand. I-I apologize for the inconvenience, Sir… Yes, Sir, I will. Thanks for your understanding, Sir. Good Evening, Sir.”

He waits until Swithin hangs up, and lets out a long sigh. Then, his eyes go back to me, and he quickly grabs all my belongings they had taken, handing them back to me.

“S-Sir Heartgraves is coming to get you, Miss Heartgraves. He said to wait for him right outside and that you… You’d better wait for him there.”

So much for not being in trouble… Still, I grab my belongings, and get up.

“…Can I wash off a bit at least?” I ask. “He won’t be here until a few minutes.”

They take me to what I guess to be their bathroom, not the visitor one. I quickly wash the blood off my hands and chin, but I can’t help but notice how officer Davies has his eyes on me the whole time, as if he was scared I’d suddenly turn into a monster or something. He seemed pretty scared of Swithin… He’s not charmed, either. Does that mean the London police knows about our kind? Or, at the very least, our family? I don’t ask, and just walk back to the entrance of the station, where they are happy to leave me to wait by myself.

Soon enough, a beautiful, silver car arrives and parks right in front of the station. Swithin steps out, glaring at me from behind his red shades. I sigh, and walk up to him, arms crossed around my big coat.

“The police station

get me, Daddy,” I

“…Brat.”

down in the car, and he takes out a

“You smoke?”

in the house, Catherina

out of there. What do

Heartgraves comes up, I get a call. …Now, are you going to tell

and Cecily to go home, and I got thirsty on the way. I

The guy is alive and fine.

What happened,

up,” I

“The cops?”

up. I think… I

station, but I can tell he’s

“Did he make contact?”

He vanished right before the cops

the darkness of the car. After a while, he sighs, and, without a word, smashes his cigarette butt in a tiny box, puts it in

“Stop!”

immediately hits

“…Hera?”

in, and I thought I recognized him, but how

asks, glancing in the

I thought I saw… But… No,

ask any questions, just lets off the

It could have been any guy walking into a police station, but I was almost sure it was him. …What the hell would Rick be doing in London? Did I imagine that because I saw him on the tape last night? But he was wearing different

We get back to the Mansion, and I have a feeling Rebecca and Cecily

to play the

needs better supervision,” Swithin retorts, glaring at him before walking up

and waits until he’s out of

a ghost. It can’t

“Not exactly.”

to the living room, and I tell him about the incident, including how I saw Rick. It’s just the two of us at first, but Felicia then walks in to listen, and I

imagined it,” I

checking if it’s

“No. It can’t be.”

in London, there’s only one possible reason why, and that reason has to be me. I can’t have that. I need to focus on my revenge instead. And

with my plan. Be hired, dig up all the dirt and destroy

you afraid he’s going to… realize it’s

him. I’m not even sure my best friend would realize it’s me now, I can barely recognize myself. No, I’m sure I can approach him

be fine, though?”

turn to her. I didn’t expect that question… She’s curled up in the armchair, her arms wrapped around a pillow and legs crossed,

be okay,” I

the bastard right on sight… I feel my cold blood rising to a boiling point just thinking about him, who knows what

do you plan to join his company, though?” Bart frowns. “It’s not like he’ll just

don’t plan to leave Europe,” I nod. “He’s already coming here. I just need to get his

his company have

“No…”

am I supposed to infiltrate a

could always create

of the living room, Benedict

“…How?” I ask, interested.

greedy for money and narcissistic as you said, all we need is to make him think he’s just landed an amazing opportunity to branch out here, in London. You just need to decide on the Business, and we can

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