The Broken Sister (Sister #6) Read Online Free PDF

aged or changed at all in the last twenty years.
    Tristan nodded. “Yes, sir.” Tristan braced himself. He hated discussing his father with Ellis. His father, Tristan the third, who went by JR, was a huge black mark on their family’s record in Ellis’s opinion. JR worked at Tamasy Industries in name only. He had an office, but he had zero responsibilities that actually counted. JR showed up at charity events in Tamasy Industries’ name and could be counted on to schmooze potential clients or deals, but anything he said was just talking points hand fed to him by others. The disdain that Ellis held over this was quite hostile. There was no respect for JR and Tristan, being his son, felt he had started with that stain already on his name. He had to work doubly hard to make sure Ellis realized the difference between them. Despite rarely doing actual work, JR had never had time in his busy life for his sons. Tristan could not contemplate what his father had failed at now.
    “He can’t control his own son, or figure out basic negotiating skills I swear I had you weaned on by the time you were ten. And JR at fifty still can’t figure it out. No, he still calls me.” Ellis turned toward Tristan, eyes rolling. He sighed heavily as he sat down. “I am too old for this, I fear.”
    “Never.” Tristan’s tone was as impassioned as he felt. His grandfather was an imputable wall of energy and success.
    Ellis smiled as his gaze still lingered out the window. “Dear boy, what would this family have done if you had not come along? Lord knows that father and brother of yours could not handle this.” He waved his hand to encompass the room, but Tristan knew he meant the entire building and firm and legacy that was his birthright. Or so Ellis had told him since the time he was starting kindergarten. The lore that Tristan had spent every hour of his schooling pushing himself to live up to. He had to be good enough for his grandfather, not his father.
    “Your brother is not shaping up to be like you. Such a disappointment.”
    “What’s happened?” It wasn’t like Ellis to hem and haw like this.
    He shook his head. “There is a girl spreading vicious propaganda about Tommy. Something about nonconsensual sex. No doubt lies to get us to settle with her. Not the first fortune hunter to find us. It’s why you must always be careful with whom you associate. I know you’re a red-blooded male, but be discreet and careful.”
    “I know, sir.” Tristan fidgeted in his chair. It was always awkward to have the safe-sex talk with his grandfather. It wasn’t the traditional safe-sex talk most adults gave their young. From the start it had been that Tristan must be careful to not put himself in a position where a girl could bring a lawsuit or paternity suit against him. They had a team of lawyers on retention, but Ellis hated any negative publicity. It undermined his reputation and his company. Plus, it was beneath him, and he considered it beneath his offspring.
    “Yes, well, Tommy should be here in a few minutes with your dad. We’ll meet in conference room C and figure this out. But I think I might have you take point on this, Tristan. I just don’t have the patience to hand hold both of them through yet another scandal.”
    Tristan nodded. JR had more than one mistress come after them. It was embarrassing and hard. Especially as his mother usually found out. Though Aileen rarely said a word. She stoically took in the gossip and scandal her philandering husband heaped on her.
    “What did you have in mind?”
    “I think you should approach the girl. Play it settle. You’re young, handsome, girls want to trust you. Use that, Tristan. Use what you got.”
    “To do what?”
    “Pay her off. Get her to disappear. However you need to.”
    “Grandfather!”
    Ellis rolled his eyes upwards. “I don’t mean kill her. I mean figure out her skeletons and use it to get her to back off and go away quietly. Or seduce her and totally