LINDEN
(EARLIER BEFORE)
“Why did you do it, Father?”
The question left my mouth before I could stop it, though it was laced with the kind of fury that could snap necks in silence.
Arthur didn't flinch. I didn't expect him to. He just sat behind his mahogany desk, a glass of scotch in his hand. He looked at me like I was nothing more than a curious secretary interrupting his lunch break.
“I had to test her,” he said, swirling the scotch like it held the answers to my questions.
My hands balled into fists at my sides. “By leaking a naked picture of her?”
He c****d a single brow. “Don't be so dramatic, boy. It was a calculated exposure.”
“Are you insane?” I nearly laughed. His answers were incredulous. It irked me too much to continue to talk. “She is not a stock option, father. She i
