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She opened the envelope and pulled out the folded paper carefully. She was curious to see what this J. Benton had to say.
Dear Mr. Jordan Dylan Devereaux,
I’m Jeremiah Benton, the COO at Devereaux Incorporated.
Please forgive my forwardness in sending you a physical
letter. However, I needed to confirm delivery of this message while ensuring
our communication remained private. What I have to say is too important to
risk getting lost in your spam folder or intercepted by prying eyes. The elder
Mr. Devereaux has forbidden me to share this with you, but I felt that as his
son, you needed to know. I regret to inform you that Ace has fallen ill. Ill
enough that his physicians have determined he may have less than six months of
life remaining. I know I am a stranger, and this is a personal topic, but your
father and his business need you now as his next of kin. If left to his sister,
Martha Devereaux-Smith, Devereaux Incorporated will suffer. You are the only
person who can stop her. Please don’t delay. For your father, and his legacy, I
beg you to return to Devereaux Manor immediately.
Sincerely,
J. Benton
Trey rose in one quick movement, heading for her father’s office. When she arrived, she immediately paused. The grandfather she’d seen nowhere but on television and in business magazines was dying. She tried to process what this new knowledge made her feel, and all she could identify was numbness. But her father, having spent the first twenty-two years of his life at his father’s side, might feel something more than the nothingness that spread through her veins.
The door was slightly ajar. She was about to knock when
she heard her parents’ voices.
“Destiny, she’s too quick to act. I’ve told her she couldn’t rely solely on her usual tactics, and she ignored everything I said and did it her way instead. Now, she can’t make this right.” Her father’s words cut deep, like a heated blade. He was still angry with her, his focus so fused to her failure, he couldn’t see her ability to get this job done.
“Deuce, practically from the moment we found out I was carrying Trey, you have demanded greatness from her. You used to place your head on my belly every night when she would kick me so hard I couldn’t sleep and say the same thing over and over until she calmed down. ‘Trey, you are Deuce Devereaux’s daughter, and there isn’t a man or woman that can stand against you.’ You believed that then, and in all this time she’s never given you reason to doubt her.”
“This is different, Des. This was her test, to prove to me she could handle everything I’m leaving to her. Now, after this disaster, I can’t retire. I can’t leave DD Enterprises until I know she’s ready. I’m so tired, baby.” The hitch in his voice yanked at Trey’s heart. His lack of faith in her might have raised her blood pressure, but hearing him this way, so fragile, so hopeless, felt like something crushing her from the inside out. “I’ve been fighting this fight with Ace for over thirty years. It’s taken so much away from my life with you. I’d thought I could retire early and leave it all to her, but now…”
“Don’t doubt her, Deuce. She will find a way.”
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