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I am so sad! I can't believe this! I hope this is a lie.
Anon, it seems that your message was sent to us before Robert issued the following statement:
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While he manages to hide his surprise, his disgust is another matter entirely. What was it this time? Blaine’s latest conquest was gone before he woke up that morning? “How desperate you must be to seek my counsel. It’s not like you’ve ever given a damn as to my opinion on the past.” It doesn’t surprise him that Blaine’s familiar with the book, he’s long since suspected he simply feigned ignorance so not as to give Angus any sort of satisfaction. Twisted logic, really.
“The Enrines, or Furies.... their opinion would be irrelevant. It was Athena, after Orestes begged her to intervene. Bringing in twelve Atheniens, she presided over the trial, instructing her citizens to watch and learn how a trial should be conducted. Apollo spoke on behalf of Orestes, while the Erinyes act as advocates for the dead Clytemnestra. When the trial votes were counted, the voting is equal, but Athena persuaded the Erinyes to accept her own decision in favor of Orestes as the casting vote. Orestes then left to return Argos, a free man and the rightful king. Athena then placated the furious Erinyes, renaming them The Eumenides. The Kindly Ones. She ruled they would be honored by the people of Athens and that hung juries would always result in the defendant being acquitted, as mercy should always take precedence over harshness.”
Clicking his tongue as he takes the glass, Angus sniffs the drink before actually taking a sip. “As the play ends, the women attending Athena praise Zeus and Destiny, who brought the arrangement to pass. The answer to your question comes in the form of another. Who is your Athena? Would she be inclined to favor you?
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He’s already drunk. He’d have to be to be sitting in his father’s office in the first place, a crystal glass tumbler full of whiskey in hand. As Angus steps into the room, Blaine raises the glass to his lips, pushing another across the desk towards Angus. There’s no malice in his actions, but instead, he looks defeated. Broken.
“The Eumenides, Dad.” Beside him, on the desk, sits a dog-eared and battered copy of The Oresteia. He’s lost count of how many times he’s read the book, how many times he’s lost himself in the tale of Orestes, of the parable of justice and vengeance. “What do you think they’d say when they came for me? Surely there’d be something, somewhere, that works in my favour.”
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Liv’s gaze was firm, unmoving, and she reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. “Fine. I’m not asking you to take his word for it,” she snapped, slamming the phone down onto his desk. “Try her actions. I caught her with her hands around his neck. Heard shouting from upstairs. How long are you going to turn a blind eye?”
"You witnessed this yourself?” Angus arched an eyebrow, leaning over to glance at the phone. It was damning. “...I’ll hear what she has to say for herself. You’re more than welcome to sit in, as is Blaine. Terminating her, even giving him an apology, isn’t going to change what may have happened in the past. This will accomplish very little, if anything. You’re aware of that?”
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“Nothing wrong with being determined,” she mused, and offered a warm, genuine smile as she looked back at him. Ah, he’d hit the nail on the head, for the first part at least. “Actually, it tells me he’s like every other kid there is. Angus, he’s still young. He’s got so much he needs to figure out.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I think, in all honesty, if you put your own time and effort in - forget the money for one night - you’d be surprised at the rewards. Try it. For me?”
"He’s not a kid anymore though, Olivia. He’s what, seven years younger than yourself? I won’t coddle him. I tried to send him to the best schools, he would have had a job handed to him... and lord knows he could do with some actual work ethic; yet I was willing to give him a pass there. What was there for him to figure out? Which co-ed he’d be waking up to? It never stopped, once he flunked out. You would have thought it’d be a wake up call. He still refuses to put in the time and effort.” Softening at her kiss, he relented. “...and for your sake, I’ll refrain from mentioning that this evening. I can’t promise you won’t be disappointed, however.”
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“My mother was consumed with work, Angus. The worst she ever dished out on me and Evan was a smack across the backside. This is you, being a fucking monster.” She reached for her keys, jabbing a finger in his direction. “I’m going to find him, but don’t think for one minute that this conversation is finished.”
Setting his jaw, Angus grabbed her wrist when she pointed her finger at him. Restraining himself, he took a deep breath; careful not to keep too tight a grip. “The skate park. You may want to start at the skate park. It’s where he sells beers to high school students, alongside the twins and that thug Julien. If he’s not there, they may know where he is.”
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Had she struck something deep in that heart of his, she wondered, as she watched his reactions. She moved over towards the chair beside him. “Do you mind if I sit?” she asked, a rhetorical question as she did anyway. She gave him a pointed look, to let him know she was listening. Somehow, just somehow, Angus McDonough had the capacity to be intriguing. Captivating.
"Not at all.” Angus shook his head, giving her a small wave. “I suppose that’s when things truly broke down between Blaine and myself. He blamed me, thought I should have done more. Been there for her. Perhaps he was right. Meanwhile, I resented him for making her feel like a failure. So it was we distanced ourselves from one another. He was cared for primarily by his nanny, Frieda, and my own father. Until my father’s health deteriorated, and Blaine accused me of putting him in a home to usurp him at the company. While also fabricating ridiculous stories about Frieda. If things don’t go Blaine’s way, he blames everyone else. Refuses to take accountability for where he’s gotten himself.”
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She looked up at him, chewing on her lip as he admitted his temptation. “You make it sound as if I’m the forbidden fruit,” she replied, shrugging off her bra. “I’m not sure I should like that as much as I do.”
She narrowed her eyes at his demands, and leaned back against the desk. Raising an eyebrow, she folded her arms and let out a long sigh. “And what happens if I don’t do as I’m told?”
"I’m having a secret rendezvous with a young woman only a handful of years older than my own son. There’s a way to make that public knowledge without any sort of scandal, but there’s sure to be those that disapprove regardless. Consider me a perverted old man, despite the fact I’ve yet to hit sixty.”
Snorting as Liv leaned back against the desk, he began to stoke his cock, eyes flickering betwen Liv’s face and her breasts. “If you would like me to punish you, you need only ask. Here I thought we were past the point of my seducing you.”
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Liv closed her eyes and buried her head in her hands, trying to block out the sound of Angus’s voice. Bodyguards. Sketch artists. It was already too much to take in.
“Angus, please.” Her voice was lowered to a pleading whisper, and she stepped closer, just wanting for him to drop the logic and to comfort her. For now. They could worry about everything else later. “Please, I don’t want bodyguards. I saw his face, but I don’t know who he was. I stopped off for drinks with Peyton.”
She looked down at the floor, her arms crossed over her body defensively. She was laying the truth at his feet, and she refused to have the blame anywhere near Blaine as the result of her silence. “Peyton left a little before me, and this guy came over. Started talking. Wouldn’t take no for an answer, and when I left, he followed me, and…” She trailed off, the blanks he could fill in for himself.
At this point, Angus was seeing red. He couldn’t force Liv to go to a hospital, to file a report. Even if she refused to see a sketch artist though, there had to be a way to find him. Traffic cameras, ATM security feeds. His own security cameras at the gates.
“...We will find him. You don’t have to worry about him coming back, he will pay for what he did to you. He won’t hurt you again. No one will touch you...” Wrapping his arms around her, he made an effort to level out his breathing. “I’m sorry. That this happened, that I wasn’t there. I want for you to feel safe with us, with me...”
He had considered himself untouchable, up until this point. The fact it didn’t seem to be anyone trying to send him a message, and just drunken...? It was senseless. Not that there was ever sense to assault, he supposed. “This is not your fault. You know that, yes?”
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“With all respect, Mr McDonough, it doesn’t sound as if things were too easy for either you or Blaine. But people make the best of a bad situation.” Liv slipped the check into her purse, and smiled sympathetically at Angus. “He told me about his mother. That must have presented its own challenges.”
Swallowing hard, Angus set his jaw. He hadn’t expected this. Just how much had Blaine told her? “I was under a lot of stress with work, took it out on her when I came home. I wasn’t physically... I suppose I wasn’t there for her the way I should have been. Too self absorbed. This is before I took control of Vantage Elite, my father’s company. Then Blaine started getting into actual legal trouble. She blamed herself, considered herself a failure...”
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“You don’t feel an ounce of remorse, do you? Christ, do you even realise what you’ve done to him?” Liv straightened up, her chin set defiantly, before shaking her head. “You know what? I’m not surprised he turned to drugs. Trying to cope with you is enough to drive anyone to god knows what… I’m going to find him.”
"What do you expect me to say, Olivia? I was so consumed with work, I failed as a father? Didn’t raise my son right? He became a degenerate, resents me? I resent him for not being a better son?” Angus sneered, shaking his head. “Don’t you blame the drug problem on me. I didn’t stick those needles in his arms, I didn’t force the pills down his throat. Quite honestly.”
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“You know, sometimes you’re harder work than he is,” Liv rolled her eyes and stood, walking behind Angus. There, she rested her hands on his shoulders, massaging gently. “I think,” she added, lowering her mouth to by his ear, “that you could find some common ground. Don’t tell him I told you, but I caught him flipping through that book of Greek Mythology you bought him for his fifteenth birthday. I don’t think he’s as ignorant on the subject as he pretends.”
"I like to think of myself as determined, if not stubborn. I’m sure you can relate to that.” Giving a wry smile, Angus craned his neck to look at her. “So what, he pretends to be clueless to spite me? ...It wouldn’t be surprise me. Though there’s a common interest we could discuss, and he chooses not to. What does that tell you, Olivia? He doesn’t care about impressing me or making me proud. It’s all about how he can live off my money.”
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“I’m not threatened by her, Angus. Are you aware of what she’s doing to Blaine?”
"That remark was in jest.” Angus sighed, looking up to meet her gaze. “I’ve heard his stories before. She assures me that’s all the are. I’m more inclined to trust her. Is she strict? Yes, but Blaine needed that. He’s always been a trouble maker, spinning stories to get out of trouble. Tell me, did he tell you the dog crate story; how he hoped I would fire her? ...And you believed it?”
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