Chapter 5 - THE SINS OF THE FATHER
I found them three days later at a private research facility Beatrice owned in the city's tech district. The security was tighter than the Pentagon, but Beatrice had left standing orders to let me in. She wanted me to see the magnitude of my loss.
Bennett and Caleb were standing in front of a massive glass whiteboard, arguing in rapid-fire equations. When I entered, the room went dead silent.
“Boys,” I started, my throat tight. “I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just... I want to explain.”
Caleb, the slightly taller twin, wiped a marker against the board and looked at me with terrifying apathy. “Explain what? That optimal resource allocation dictates abandoning non-revenue-generating assets like a pregnant girlfriend to secure a high-yield matrimonial merger?”
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I recoiled as if struck.
“We don’t hate you, Alistair,” Bennett added seamlessly, his voice devoid of any childhood warmth. “Hate requires emotional investment. You are just a variable in a solved equation. You can leave now.”
