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whispered, desperately trying to keep the pain out of her voice but knew she was failing.  “You see, my mother ran away when I was five.  She apparently had to escape from my father.  He was rather…. tyrannical .” 
     
    Jason thought back to what he knew of her father’s business practices and agreed.  “I can imagine.”
     
    Emma smiled grimly.  “I bet you can’t,” she countered.  “Anyway, I found out yesterday that she’s still alive and,” Emma had to swallow before continuing, “she’s been fighting for me for years.  My father has somehow managed to keep her from contacting me.  As soon as I marry, I’ll get access to her things.  Then once I conceive,” she almost stumbled on that word, “I get her diary, which is apparently how my father found her.”
     
    Jason nodded his head.  Being an orphan himself, he knew how important it could be to find one’s parents.  He never knew who his father was and his mother died in the hospital after giving birth to him.  For the past ten years, he’d been searching for the identity of his father but the leads were now dry and not even the best private detective could come up with a new one to follow.  But he could sympathize with her quandary since he was in the same position.  “I could lend you the money to find your mother without having to go through the trouble of marrying and getting pregnant,” he suggested. 
     
    Emma smiled, feeling her heart sink with his words.  “Thank you.  That’s very generous of you but it apparently took my father seven years to find her the first time.”  She knew a brush off when she heard one.  Standing up, she offered her hand.  “Thank you for your time,” she whispered, wishing she could hide the disappointment, but she was crushed. 
     
    “Wait, Emma.  What are you going to do? ”   She looked so devastated, his cynical heart cracked slightly. 
     
    Emma sniffed back tears.  “I need to go,” she said.  “I’ve left a copy of the will and a letter from my father to you.  I don’t know what is in the letter but I’ve read the will.  I can’t think of anything else to do but this isn’t your problem.  It’s my mother.  I’ll figure out a way to find her,” she said. 
     
    Emma rushed from the office, barreling as fast as she could to the elevators. 
     
    Jason w atched her run and called out for her to stop.  Gritting his teeth, he snatched up the letter and tore it open.  With a grimace, he read through the short letter, swearing under his breath as he crumpled it in his fist. 
     
    Hello Montenegro ,
                 
                  Long time no see.  Did you think you could ever get around my retribution?  Even in my death, I’ve defeated you, you bastard.  And it is nice to know that I can say that quite literally. 
                 
                  If you are reading this, then I consider that I have won the war you started when you walked out on my company all those years ago.  The terms of my will are absolute.  You either marry my slut of a daughter and impregnate her or the identity of your father is buried with me.  And let me be clear, I don’t just have another clue for your team of investigators to follow.  I have his identity as well as evidence of paternity. 
     
                  You see, in the end, my slut of a daughter will never get my money but I will eventually get all of your money through my grandson.  Because you’re such a sentimental fool, you’ll leave all of your wealth to your offspring, which will also be mine.  So all of those b illions you cheat ed me out of will still be mine!  
     
                  Choose well, you bastard.  Sully your perfect world with the whore of a daughter I’ve accidentally brought into this world, and don’t let her silly image fool you since she’s been with just about every man that crossed her path, or you forget about