Page 90 of Enthrall Climax
THE STALE SCENT OF COFFEEcaught in my throat and brought a wave of nausea as I read the text on my phone.
Shay peered over my shoulder. “Henry?”
“He’s in my office.” I shoved my cell in my pocket and stormed out of the coffee room, heading for the elevator.
The ride to the top floor was a blur.
Sue was on the phone behind her desk—she met my gaze and I gestured that whatever she wanted could wait.
“Your brother’s in there—” She warned.
I stopped just shy of the door before entering and drew in a steadying breath to calm my growing rage, this rising hurt. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was him.
My own brother.
My fists tightened as I resisted the urge to storm on in and grab Henry and shake the truth out of him. Any violence on my part would prove his point and would escalate this—I needed to find out as quickly as possible where she was.
If indeed it was Henry.
“Cam,” Shay whispered, as he clutched the back of my jacket. “Do you think he’s having some kind of breakdown?”
“No.” I met Shay’s gaze. “Someone misled him about what we do at Chrysalis.”
“Who?”
I hesitated to answer because I still wasn’t sure; though I had a good idea.
To the uninitiated it could even seem barbaric. I knew this but what followed those intense sessions that I lorded over were lives changed irrevocably for the better, the pain of their pasts extinguished and the creation of a fissure in the blackness that allowed light to seep in. Keeping the process a secret had been essential to protect those exclusive clients I’d chosen for such a controversial therapy; as well as protecting myself.
“Talk to me.” Shay’s grip tightened.
I shrugged off his hand. “There’s no time.”
Henry was sitting on the leather couch, leaning back with one leg casually resting on a knee, a glass of liquor in his hand. With a quick glance over at my drinks cabinet I could see the cork was out of the brandy. He’d poured me one and set it on the table…the drink of choice to calm the nerves.
Was it for me or him?
“Can you give us some privacy, please?” Henry stared past me.
Shay had followed me in. I gave a nod to reassure him I could handle Henry. Shay hesitated and then turned and headed out.
I heard the door shut behind me as I approached Henry. “Thank you.” I picked up the glass and sat in the leather chair opposite. Casually, I stretched my legs out on the coffee table and crossed my feet at the ankles.
He arched a brow of disapproval at my casual posture.
The brandy burned my throat as I swallowed the heat. “Good choice.”
“How are you?” he asked softly.
“It’s been an interesting day.”
“In what way?”
“Each is different. You’ll see.”
“So you’re in agreement to me coming on as CEO?”
My stare fell on the book of Rorschach tests and Henry followed my gaze. Setting his drink down, he picked up the book and opened it, looking intrigued.
