Ocean

"Ocean, take a seat."

I don't know if I just imagined it out of fear, but Jaxon's voice had a dark note. His muffled but strong voice made tingles flow through my body, and my limp knees barely kept me upright on my feet.

Guilty!

My conscience screamed at me.

With trembling hands I pulled out a chair and slowly sat on it. I took one deep breath, trying to calm my face that obviously said I was guilty on all counts.

The leather chair began to spin revealing a tieless Jaxon with a pair of undone buttons on his shirt. His whole appearance as well as the situation that reigned around us told me that something was bothering him and that the moment had come when he would want to solve his troubles.

Me.

Or was it just my conscience exaggerating.

We'll see.

He tilted his head slightly to the side and looked me straight in the eyes. The early morning rays of sunshine fell on his jaw, emphasizing his short, unshaven beard.

A sleepless night, I thought to myself.

His penetrating gaze made me unconsciously bend and twist the fingers of my hands. But something was bothering me. His gaze was not evil. It was full of compassion.

"Ocean."

His voice startled me and it was as if all the emotions I could see in his eyes were gone. All that was left was a void. A deep, dark void. I was left speechless, motionless and scared.

He took a deep breath and pursed his lips in a thin line, pulling the folder out of the drawer with his left hand. He dropped it on the desk and pushed it so that it was right in front of me now.I looked down at the folder that stood in front of me and slowly looked up at Jaxon, waiting for his next words.

"There are some important reports in this folder. Can you look at them and tell me your opinion about the data in it? "

He said still looking me straight in the eyes, keeping my entire nervous system at a high tension level. When I finally understood his words, my body began to slowly relax. So he called me for work, he didn't intend to crucify me for breaking into his office.

He did not know it was me. I mentally thanked God and jumped out of joy in the imaginary space in my mind.

A small smile appeared on my face and I nodded, bringing the folder closer to me and slowly opening it.

My vision blurred, my palms instantly cooled and I struggled frantically for air.

'' You see Ocean. . . as a wise man as I am. . . as a man with many zeros in bank accounts and at last, as a man with many friends. . . but also enemies. . . I also installed one camera inside the safe itself. In order to protect myself from the above-mentioned persons. "

He put his elbows on the table and brought the chair closer to the table, leaning his body towards me.

"The only thing I couldn't imagine was that you would be one of those people."

I tried to swallow, but my throat was so tight in fear that I couldn't.

"The type of person for whom such cameras must be installed in safes"

I opened my mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but the words didn't come easily. They didn't come at all.

I looked away from his burning gaze to the folder. To the pictures that were in the folder. To me.

"I did not expect this from you. The person I wanted to trust the most was the person who stabbed me in the back. "

His words were like the same knife that now dug deep into my heart, into my conscience. I didn't have the strength to look at him. A silent tear fell from my eye telling all that my lips could not say. Then another tear. And another one.

''Look at me.''

His voice drummed in my ears.

"Look at me Ocean!"

I mustered the strength and straightened my head. My endlessly complicated life began to take its toll. Or its end. It remains to be seen.

"Who ordered you to do that? I know you couldn't do this alone. And I don't see a reason why would you do it. "

A few more tears wet my face, pouring down my lips. I said in a trembling voice, frowning in agony.

''I can not tell you.'''

I said quietly, almost inaudibly. Ian would kill me right away to find out I spoke up.Jaxon just snorted and leaned back in his chair.

"Let's start in a different order. Do you know what you have stolen? "

Do I know? I wondered, trying to rummage through every corner of my memory. No, I didn't know. I didn't know what I stole and what Ian really wanted from Jaxon.

''No.''

Jaxon nodded, pursed his lips.

"We'll start the story from the beginning."

He got up from his chair and walked around the table. He stood right in front of me, leaning against the edge of the table, his hands resisting on the wooden surface.

"From the moment I hired you."

I raised my head, turning it toward him. I was certainly chosen for this dirty job by the mob because I worked for him, but why does he go back to the moment I was hired by him.

"I think that's the key to this whole situation."

He looked at me and closed his eyes tightly, leaving me confused. I had a feeling like he was trying to calm his inner turmoil.

"But the reason I hired you is to look even further into the past. On the day of my birth. "

I opened my eyes wide, unable to connect the parts of the story that Jaxon had begun to tell. What has his birthday got to do with me stealing a folder from his safe?

"You see, my grandfather founded this company. In the beginning, it was a small family business, which expanded to the limits that my grandfather could not even dream of, by happy circumstances. Or not so happy circumstances, it depends on who is watching. "

He looked down at me, and my initial fear was replaced by curiosity. I wanted to hear what he had to say. I was interested in the point of the story.

'' Connecting with certain people, my grandfather was fabulously rich. Dirty rich. At that time my father was married to my mother, whom we can say he did not love. Which he cheated on, not even hiding. "

His imagined gaze became harder and darker.

"They were married for a couple of years and my mother couldn't get pregnant. Grandpa persistently demanded an heir, which he apparently could not get. Until one night when my father admitted to him that one of his mistresses had become pregnant. Not just a mistress, but in his words, a woman he loved and because of whom he wanted to leave my mother. "

He abruptly turned his gaze to me, scanning my appearance and my face.

"My grandfather could not allow my father to leave my mother. She was from a family that allowed him to rise his business empire. "

Jaxon's deep exhalation cut through the stale air of his office. The air is permeated with fear, lies and secrets.

"She was from a mafia family. Just like mine now. "

My breath quivered. Unconsciously, I raised my hand to my mouth in disbelief.

"To cut a long story short, my father had to leave the woman he loved and return to my mother. But that was not all. That woman was threatened with her life, and under enforcement an threats, she had to give up that child and give it to my father and my mother. My grandfather got an heir, and my mother got a son. "

He pulled up a chair and sat down next to me, looking at me with pain in his eyes.

"They got me."

A low scream left my mouth.

"Only on her deathbed did my mother tell me the whole story without my father knowing, wanting to repent of her sins."

'' Evelyn. That is the name of my real mother. "

I rolled my eyes and jumped out of my chair. I folded my arms across my chest, trying to suppress the growing pain in them.

Evelyn. . . that's my mother's name.