Her Ultimate Inheritance

let the chase begin

The only agenda I had was getting the whereabouts of Kane. Something about him with all his skeletons in his attic made me not believe his workers. Was he digging up his mistakes and moving them somewhere I couldn't find? Let's say even if he was digging up his past it shouldn't have taken two months of disappearing and he would know by now there would be no bodies where he expected them to be. Damn some days I can be an annoying pain in the ass who never let murderers get away with crimes as long as I can control them. Sounded self-absorbed about myself? Hell yes, I was. Who wasn't? 

Kane was the type of people that had this annoying Aurora and they were hell-bent on spreading it to everyone on their way, especially to the people they felt that they had outdone them it wasn't my fault that I got to know about his dark secrets, I wasn't about to be his diary. I had a business to run on my terms. Ever since he signed the contract he would always show up to express his growing disgust towards me. It never bothered me but it grew on me. I was always looking forward to spoiling his day.

A call disrupted my thinking, looking at the caller ID it was the hospital that my mother was receiving treatment from. I remembered to curse my father one more time for doing this to her. She never deserved an evil man like him. I hated that I had his DNA in my system. Shit hit the fan for him this time round if his hatred for me drove him to hurt the only human that ever really cared for him in his entire life. He lost a diamond while chasing the one stone he couldn't ever get to.

"Hello," I said trying to sound very confident. This was not the time for my voice to betray me. I had to sound strong especially if it was my mother on the other end of the call. Worrying her was not on the table. She had protected me all my life now it was my time to care about her and protect her with all I got.
"Hello my baby girl. I have missed you so much." My mother said. Only God knew how much I had missed her. Ten years was not a short time. That was a whole decade of not seeing her but talking to her on different occasions tried to ease the longing of seeing her. "Mum I'm okay. I've missed you too. I need to talk with your doctors and know when they can discharge you and clear you to fly because God knows how much I need you here with me." Tears were threatening to wash my eyes away and my voice was slowly breaking. "Keep it together," I told myself. It was not the time to breakdown I was stronger than that.

A small part of me wished my brothers would be somehow some respectable dudes with thinking minds instead of the spoilt brats they were. If they were not lost in their drinking world they would have noticed that the woman that sacrificed her whole life to raise them was not okay and around and they would have questioned my father but I guess my family was just supposed to be messed up. If it was up to me, I wouldn't be born in a complicated family. I would still choose Madison to be my mother. I loved this woman. She was my everything.

"Camille, I got good news. The doctors are discharging me the day after tomorrow. I'll go and stay with your aunt before you figure out what to do."
This was great news. I believed it was my time to travel to Canada and go bring my mother to her newfound home. "Mum you don't have to go bother your sister. You are my responsibility I will come to pick you up and you will stay in Oklahoma with me.

"You can't risk coming here. It is not safe. You will be putting yourself in danger. You do know your father has the police in his payroll and so many people in the airport too. I'll come to you but you shouldn't step foot till you know how to best deal with him. I am not ready to lose you." The pain in her voice made me think twice. She had a point. I would be risking my life going to Canada. This was the perfect time to completely put all my energy into dealing with him.

That night I slept with only one mission before I talked myself into avoiding him. I know without a doubt that eliminating him or letting him rot in jail was his best option. I know deep inside letting him rot in jail would be a favour to him, a favour that I wouldn't let him enjoy. He had to die, I didn't care if I would be the one to pull the trigger or if it would make me like him I didn't mind giving him a taste of his own medicine after all I was my father's daughter.

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The nightmares were becoming more frequent, I was always tired. Sleep was becoming torturous to me. I couldn't bear to close my eyes just to rest. What was I becoming? Rest and my peace of mind became my estranged friends, "fuck you dad, you did this to me." I muttered to myself as I poured my third cup of sugarless black coffee. He was the reason I was in this position, I thought I would be happy anywhere but Timothy and his schemes couldn't just allow me to be free. 

"Good morning Camille, you seem so distant you are pouring coffee all over the table." Jacky said.

"Oh Shit, I didn't notice I was just thinking. I'm sorry I'll clean it up." I said, cursing myself for getting distracted with my thoughts. My employees should not see me this distracted I made a mental note of having my coffee in my office just to avoid my employees.

"No, don't worry about the mess I'll clean it up furthermore it’s my job Camille you pay me to do this." She smiled not a smile that reached her eyes I could tell it was a forced smile, I couldn't blame her. If the roles were reversed I would practically be pissed at her. Damn it, Camille, get it together.

"I am trying to get it together" I fight back my thoughts. "Can't you see that? Just let me get through this family mess and we will be back to normal.” I desperately pleaded with my conscious.

"Thank you Jacky." I said as I was leaving. I had to go to the office today. It had been long since I step foot there and I had meetings with Greg and two more investors. I secretly hoped that my strength wouldn't fail me in either of the meetings. I was on autopilot mode and if I needed to get through the day, pumping coffee in my system was the only way to do it. 

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GREG POV

The first thing I notice once I get into Camille's office, it's her emotionless face and the eye bags. Damn, when was the last time this woman slept? Is she punishing herself because of everything that is going on? Having her in this state was worse than facing off her father. Yes, I would rather deal with the demons of her father than her in this state.

She never thought rationally when she was in such states and, that was enough for all my fighting monsters in me to stop and focus on her. I need to get her well before anything else and, it’s not like I was the only one working on her father's case. I had Marion and her brother working tirelessly, while still heading the mob's activities and keeping her mother under the radar. Speaking of Marion, I made a quick mental note because I needed to know how she and her brother kept calm and collected and don't lose their minds when things go haywire.

“Hey Cami, what’s wrong? You look like you have not slept for three days. What’s happening?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking though I knew she would snap at me.

She ignored me and continued to stare at the window. It killed me. However, I chose to pick my battles wisely, one valuable lesson I had learnt ten years ago. She will come around soon and, she would come around faster if I did uncover who the mole was. The mole had been smart to make it harder for me to find them, the lead we had from Marion was good but how the hell was I supposed to figure out who the mole was with just one name that was super common to Hispanics?

A migraine was slowly activating itself. I hated it. I needed to devise a way to narrow down all my suspects to the main culprit. I had narrowed down the suspects to at least thirty employees, I was still far from getting any answers. This is not what she paid me for. I hated myself for failing her.
“I need to go to Canada and pick mum, before you give me a long ass lecture on how that is a bad mistake you should know mother gave me the lecture before and I gave myself a lecture to but the heart wants what it wants. Don’t bother Greg but we can pretend that I’ll listen to your lecture before I end up telling you to go organize with the pilots and then go pack because we are going to Canada.” She said that with her most scary tone not that it got to me but trust me if she was addressing any other person, they would have shitted on themselves.

I was about to open my mouth to retort and, that's when this great idea struck me. Damn, why had I not thought of this brilliant idea? My brain was failing me terribly but, on this occasion, it did outdo itself.

“Great that’s a perfect idea,” I said.

She looked at me with horror written all over her face. “Great? Are you for real right now? You are supposed to be the guy that doesn’t act on impulse. How can a death wish mission be a great idea? Dammit Greg, whose side are you on anyways?”

“Calm down Camille, you do know I’m always on your side forever I would never put you on harm way willingly. It’s just that a great idea has struck me and this will help us narrow it down to who the mole is.”

“Go ahead, I’m listening.” She says with her full attention focused on me now.

"Well, we will not go to Canada now or the day after tomorrow but we will eventually go. But we can trick your staff by telling each one of the thirty staff you got a different destination and we will nub the culprit once they go blab to Timothy. One of the mob’s men is inside your father’s compound and once the rat calls him we will know who it is.”

“I like your idea but where the hell will I go exactly so that the rat can truly believe I am not lying?” she asked.

“Leave that to me Camille, I will organize for some quiet place to be away from family drama. What do you think about Chicago? You can go to Chicago Botanic Garden and enjoy the hell out of your miserable self.”

“Let me get down to business, I have calls to make to Jacky, Mina and the few I talked to. Different destinations to all. I will actually do anything to leave this chair right now and go to Chicago to rest.”

That's my girl. I chuckled softly to myself.