Fairfax didn't know how the call ended. He sat in his office, lighting one cigarette after another. Starla's words echoed in his mind, a constant reminder that this entire mess was his fault. His selfish desire to keep her by his side had led to all these mistakes. And she hated him for it.
The cigarettes ran out, and the pack was empty. Fairfax crumpled it in his hand and tossed it into the trash.
As he reached into his drawer for another pack, Gabriel came in. "Sir."
Gabriel's expression had been grim for days. Seeing the deep furrows in his brow, Fairfax knew it wasn't good news.
"What is it now?" he asked, his voice thick with irritation.
Lately, every time Gabriel entered his office, it was to deliver another blow. The once-mighty Yelchin Group, which used to field good news and major project offers daily, was now shedding them one by one. Its former glory had been shattered by Starla.
"Your mother and Brinley got into a fight. It seems it was because..." Gabriel trailed off, looking at Fairfax with apprehension.
"Because of what?" Fairfax prompted. He could tell from Gabriel's face that the 'because' was not going to be something he wanted to hear.
Sure enough, Gabriel continued, "Because she overheard Brinley talking about the cause of Faraday's death."
The cause of Faraday's death? Fairfax's breath caught in his throat. "How did he die?"

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