Kaelen POV
I walk into the board room.
The table is long. Polished mahogany. Twelve chairs. All filled. Men in suits. Women with clipboards. Lawyers. Advisors. My mother is at the head of the table, sitting in my chair.
Everyone looks up when I enter.
My arm is still in a sling. My shoulder throbs. But my back is straight. My face is sThe DNA test result burns in my pocket. Elena is not mine. The words echo in my head. But I push them down. I cannot think about that now. Not here. Not in front of them.
"Mr. Aaron, so nice of you to finally remember that we are all gathered here and waiting for you," my mother says. Her voice is sweet. Poisonous.
I walk to the head of the table. She does not move.
"Mother, you are in my seat."
"I am keeping it warm."
"I am here now."
She stands sl
