The CEO & The Christian Girl by Nicole Lam EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Nicole Lam
- Language: English
- Genre: Contemporary Christian Fiction
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Katerina
“Sorry for your loss, dear,” said one of my dad’s employees, her lined face
blurring beneath the mesh veil I wore, as well as from the tears that filled my
eyes for what felt like the thousandth time.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
She pulled me into a hug that was likely meant to be comforting—but to me,
it just felt like I was being trapped, buried underground, just like my father. I
could smell her heavy perfume, cloying and headache-inducing. The crucifix on
my necklace banged against my collarbone when she released me, leaving a
reddened imprint on my pale skin. She patted my shoulder and left. I turned to
the next person, an unfamiliar man in an expensive-looking suit. Out of habit by
now, I stuck out my hand for him to shake.
He didn’t take it, and I quickly returned it to my blazer pocket, too numb for
embarrassment. “Are you Katerina Marie Devereaux, daughter of Pierre Étienne
Devereaux?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“I am,” I said warily. “Why do you ask—and who is asking, sir?”
He tapped at his lapel, and I noticed a discreet silver name tag standing out
against the black wool: ROLAND CHRÉTIEN. “I can’t say in such a public
space, Miss, so if you would be so kind as to come with me…?”
I looked around. The reception area was deserted, and I couldn’t imagine
going back to my lonely apartment, empty of the possessions that I had moved
back home to take care of my father for the past half-year. Was Roland Chrétien
one of my father’s lawyers? A creditor? I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that
whoever he was, he wouldn’t mess up my life further.
Then I opened my eyes and spoke. “Very well, Mr. Chrétien. I will come
with you.”
“This way, then.” He walked briskly in front of me, leading me to… why the
heck was there a limousine waiting outside? And why the heck was he opening
the door for me to get into it?
I hoped my dad didn’t owe money to the Mafia or something. A chill wind
blew, stirring the hair at my nape where it had eluded my bun, and I quickly got
into the car. Black leather surrounded me, making me feel once again like I was
suffocating. I must have flicked a switch somewhere because the seat beneath
me heated the moment I sat down. A yelp of surprise escaped my lips.
Roland Chrétien got in next to me and shut the door. He must not have been
the driver, then, because the car started moving right away. “Before you get any
ideas, Miss Devereaux, I want to assure you that I am not here to collect any of
your father’s debts, but I am simply here to ensure the contents of his will are
carried out.”
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