A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 112: Book 2 – Chapter 4 

“Come in,” said a deep voice on the other side of the door. 

I’d only had to wait a few seconds for his response after knocking, but I wished there hadn’t been a reply at all. More than anything else, I just wanted to walk away. I wanted him to not be there waiting for me in his office. But that wasn’t the case. 

After leaving the construction site, I’d done only the bare minimum in fixing my appearance before coming here. Showering within a few minutes and changing into some more appropriate clothing as quickly as possible. 

After all, I wouldn’t be able to show myself in the state I’d been in after the accident. 

There was no backing out now. With one final deep breath, I pushed open the door and faced the man I knew would be there. 

Even in the dim light of his office, I could still make him out clearly as he sat behind his desk. His clean-cut dark hair and expensive suit only adding to his imposing presentation, his blue eyes having a way that made you want to squirm away under their gaze. This was the man many feared… and rightfully so. 

“My sweet Raven,” he greeted, standing up as I entered. I moved to the centre of the room and avoided his eyes, casting my own down to the ground in a sign of submission and apology. 

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, sir,” I said.

 “I came here as quickly as I could.” 

“Ah… yes, understandable.” 

I heard as he walked around the desk to stand in front of me, his hand coming up to pinch under my chin. Instantly, my pulse began to quicken. What would be the punishment waiting for me this time? 

“Look at me,” he instructed, pushing my head up. 

“Tell me what happened.” 

There was no point in lying to him. He would find out the truth even if I tried to deceive him. He always did. There was no such thing as hiding a secret from Eric Reid. 

“I failed to bring in Miles Kennedy alive, sir,” I answered slowly.

 “I apologize for my carelessness.” 

He clicked his tongue three times in disapproval, causing me to flinch involuntarily in surprise at the abrupt sound. Despite that though, I still remained firmly in his grasp. 

“So disappointing, Raven,” he scolded, “So unlike you.” 

I lost control,” I

“Ah.” 

away from my temple. Upon him inspecting it closer-up, I saw that it was

the surface, my Raven” he mused, looking at

and thumb together, removing the blood as if he’d

everything, as we well know. Did anyone see you?” His eyes flicked back to my own as he asked the question, shooting ice-cold fear through

I

no survivors. Zac is the only person I’ve been in contact with prior to coming here and I had already reverted by then. He

a few seconds, almost as though he were trying to see if I were actually telling

felt assured by my response

simply said.

off slightly, allowing me a moment of reprieve to

more careful,” he

you? Never forget that you cannot trust anyone. A parent’s love may be unconditional, but others

not help my situation or appease him in any way. If anything, it would only make things so much worse. But I knew I shouldn’t let it weigh on me too much. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t heard these

Father,” I whispered.

trusting my own voice. But relief immediately flooded through me when he took a step away, and I watched as he

draw next to him, he proceeded to pull out two glasses filled with what looked to be whisky.

a small plastic bottle I was all too familiar with. It was my medicine to help with anxiety and post ‘accident’ side effects.

take it,” he said, holding them out towards me.

don’t need to worry… I won’t

items, not

sir,” I

reciprocated the gesture before taking out one of the small pills from the bottle. In one

needing your presence tomorrow,” he

now gone, it complicates several issues I was currently dealing with. Namely… there are important documents I believe could now be in the wrong hands. I’ve been told those ‘hands’

brought to these events; as security… or, in rare circumstances, as a spy. Given his emphasis on ensuring I didn’t inflict injury during punishment, I could only assume

 A few bruises weren’t of any concern if I were merely there waiting in the shadows as

required a high level of attention

events weren’t stupid. They would already know too well who my father really was under his businessman façade and would keep their

it. Father had his hand in so many networks that it was impossible to ever pin anything on him. Given that, I wasn’t exactly sure how

said delicately, trying to

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