Chapter 5 - The Interrogation in the Study
Downstairs in the mahogany-paneled study, Damian poured himself a heavy glass of bourbon, his hands shaking slightly against the crystal decanter.
The ten-million-dollar ransom reward was still plastered across every national news network, a cruel irony now that his son was miraculously back home.
The front door clicked open, and Celeste walked into the study, slipping off her diamond earrings with a graceful, unhurried motion.
“The police have taken Maria to the county jail,” Celeste said smoothly, pouring herself a glass of mineral water.
“You handled everything so quickly, Celeste,” Damian said, his voice flat and exhausted.
“Too quickly?” Celeste asked, her eyes narrowing as she stepped closer to his desk.
“Would you have preferred our son remain trapped in a dungeon while you negotiated with phantom corporate rivals?”
Damian rubbed his face with both hands, the heavy guilt crushing his chest like a lead weight.
“I almost lost him, Celeste,” Damian choked out. “And I spent seven days looking everywhere except beneath my own roof.”
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“You trusted the wrong people, darling,” Celeste whispered, resting a cool hand on his shoulder.
“Just like you always do.”
