[Alexis]
This is the company that my father built. By every right, it should be mine.
As I walk down the hallways, I can see my father's hand in every detail. He poured his heart and soul into this company only to have his vision squashed by the very same upstart foundling he pulled off the streets.
Sylvester.
I want to hate him. I've tried to hate him. No, I do hate him.
"That's never been true," Alana speaks to me from the shadowed corners of my mind, her white pelt shining in my thoughts. "You loved him once."
"No, Alana," I correct her, "I pitied him."
"You loved him. And I love Rufus," she curls up in a ball, tucking her nose under her tail. "And I still don't forgive you for what you did to him."
None of it matters now. I have a job to do, and his new little tart is ge
