Chapter 18 - The Forgotten Father
Clara dropped her phone onto the glass table, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.
Mark looked at her, completely baffled by the name his mother had just dropped.
"Your father?" Mark asked. "Clara, you told me your father died when you were ten years old!"
Clara didn't answer; she ran out of the boardroom toward the private executive elevator bank.
Mark chased after her, catching the elevator door just before it slid shut.
"Clara! Speak to me!" Mark demanded as the elevator descended rapidly toward the parking garage.
"My father didn't die, Mark," Clara confessed, her voice shaking violently as she stared at the glowing floor indicator.
"He was your grandfather's primary business partner in London thirty years ago."
Mark backed against the mirrored wall of the elevator, feeling the world spin around him once more.
"You... you knew who we were before we even met in college?" Mark gasped in horror.
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"No!" Clara screamed, turning to face him with tears pouring down her cheeks. "I thought he was dead! My mother told me he died in a boating accident!"
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