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bear hug, she responded by wrapping her arms around his chest and dug her face into his shoulder and clung to him for dear life. She had no idea she was going to react like this. How the hell was she going to explain her desperate grab for Donny and the way her body trembled? Other than at least no tears came rushing over her face. Though she knew that would be the more normal way for a girl to act after running directly into the boy who had raped her. But then, Kylie had never been normal or acted how anyone else did. So even now, she had no tears.

Chapter Three
     
    “WE HAVE A SITUATION.”
    Tristan Tamasy glanced up from where he was hunched over a spreadsheet, trying to analyze their budget report for the last quarter to report to his grandfather on. But he paused when said grandfather was suddenly in his doorway.
    He entered without asking and shut the door. Tristan stood quickly. He always reacted that way to his grandfather, out of respect… or worship, which was kind of all the same thing for him.
    Tristan Ellis Tamasy the second—who was Tristan’s grandfather—went by Ellis. Tristan was the fourth with the same namesake. Ellis was an imposing man even at the age of seventy-two. He still was as sharp and involved in Tamasy Industries as he’d been for the last forty-five years. It had changed structure of course over that time and expanded in both locations and client base, but it was all under the umbrella of Ellis. Tamasy Industries proudly displayed across their website and their social media that they were a custom contract fabricator of stainless, aluminum, steel, and other metals that focused on making short run items, with a quick turnaround. The key with Tamasy Industries was it provided a lot of small order metal parts for a large variety of industries.
    Tristan had nothing to do with the metal fabricating that was done by highly skilled craftsman. His grandfather had started out a welder and quickly got his own shop and started building a business that quickly took off. With several locations across the country, they specialized in providing orders in mere days versus weeks or months and each location had strengthened the dominance of Tamasy Industries as a custom metal fabricator that even the military turned to for parts. Tristan knew vaguely how they made stuff, but he knew precisely what they made and how to sell it and how to manage the different locations around the country they now had. He was pure manager. He had learned from business school and then his grandfather. He handled various demands under his grandfather: staffing, performance reviews, budgets, and forecasts, keeping their goals in line with their global strategy.
    If Grandfather thought there was a situation, it was code for “a huge problem.” Tristan quickly indicated for his grandfather to sit. Ellis didn’t. He walked to the one lone window. It was a small office; twelve by twelve, with a wall of bookcases, a medium-sized desk and a couple of chairs placed before it. Ellis didn’t believe in nepotism. Sure, he expected and demanded his son and grandsons’ involvement in the family business, but once there, they had to earn everything. Tristan was in process of that. He was at his grandfather’s beck and call and was honored to be.
    “What is it, Granddad?” There was no Pops or Grandpa between them. Mostly, it was Grandfather in reference to him, sometimes Granddad if face to face. Ellis was formal, intimidating, and exacting. In his standards, however, he inspired Tristan to achieve his approval.
    “You know how weak your father is.” Tristan stared at the profile of Ellis. His white hair was thinning at the top. Shocking that it dared to defy the neat, impeccable look of Ellis Tamasy. But even he could not stop age. His suit, a black affair over a crisp white shirt and red tie was what Ellis had worn almost every day of his adult life. Only the age spots on his face and hands with wrinkles gave away that Ellis had