Reuniting
**Kael**
As I looked at the clock, a strange feeling of anxiety took hold of me, resembling that of a teenager about to go on a first date, which was, in fact, ridiculous. I had already given Ryan all the instructions about the next steps, hoping he would follow them faithfully and that nothing would deviate from my intentions.
As agreed with Rachel during our afternoon meeting, only Sarah was left to fulfill her part of the deal. Uncertainty hung over me: would she once again follow her sister's will, or would she show determination to forge her own path this time?
If Rachel was right and Sarah was as selfish as she claimed, I would find out in a few encounters. I would do what was necessary to form my own opinion on the matter. I hadn't reached a conclusion about Sarah yet, and for some reason that I preferred not to analyze at the moment, it worried me.
I walked through the living room of my penthouse apartment in Ballard, in the same building where I convinced Rachel to buy hers. She had spent the money she hadn't even received yet, and now I watched her closely, even after having done what I wanted. I believed that without Patrick's fortune, she would seek to take advantage of other people, especially her twin sister.
Ryan was right about my promises to my partner and "friend." I had promised to take care of his daughters, and although Rachel didn't deserve it, I believed Sarah did. Now, with Sarah by my side, it was time to find out who she really was and if her image of a good and sensible girl was just a facade.
I glanced at the clock again and realized that Sarah should be in my apartment at that time, following the instructions I had given to my assistant.
I was about to pick up the phone and call him when I heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and soon Sarah and Ryan were entering the living room.
"I came personally to accompany you, Kael," Ryan said by way of greeting.
I looked at him in a way that he would realize I didn't appreciate the fact that he hadn't followed my instructions to the letter, but he didn't seem affected by it at all.
"Aren't you going to greet Sarah?" Ryan had the audacity to call my attention to my lack of courtesy.
I left my spot near the window and walked over to where they were, stopping in front of the girl with scared eyes, who pretended to have a determination that was far from real, after all, she was there for me, once again.
"I don't need you to call my attention to good manners, Ryan," I said, even though my words were directed at my assistant, my eyes remained fixed on Sarah's expression, and at the same time, I felt a little disappointed to see her once again giving in to others' expectations.
"Well, it seems like you do," he retorted. "Sit down, Sarah. Make yourself comfortable, because if it were up to your host, you'd be stuck in that same spot for quite a while."
Ryan headed to the massive bar, filled with a variety of drinks, placed in one corner of the room, and poured himself a double shot of whiskey, taking the first sip with visible pleasure. Sarah seemed uncertain about what to do, but eventually followed Ryan's advice and walked to one of the comfortable armchairs, sitting with her legs together, looking like a student in the principal's office about to be reprimanded for something wrong, completely different from her self-confident and secure sister.
I averted my eyes from Sarah, as seeing her so nervous and apprehensive was unpleasant and made me feel uncomfortable. I focused my attention on Ryan, considering him truly courageous. If there was one thing I admired about him, it was his courage to confront me on equal terms, always speaking his mind without caring that I could fire him at any moment.
Even though, at that moment, watching him pour himself another glass of my favorite whiskey, I felt the urge to kick him out of the room, the feeling of admiration was still present.
"I'll take your suitcase to the room where you'll be staying, Sarah," Ryan informed my guest.
I belatedly noticed the small suitcase right at the entrance of the apartment and scolded myself for not paying attention to something so obvious.
After Ryan finished his drink and took the suitcase to the room designated for Sarah, we fell into complete silence.
"As I mentioned when we arrived, you'll be staying here at Kael's apartment for a few days, but you should feel at home, and anything you need, you can contact me, and I'll arrange it for you. We'll be in touch," he said to Sarah.
“Anything else, Ryan?” I questioned with irony, as he was the employee in that room.
“Do you need anything else, Kael?” He asked decently.
“No.” I declined. “You're dismissed for today.”
“I'll sleep at the mansion, as you requested.”
After saying that, something I didn't like at all for him to mention in front of Sarah, Ryan left the apartment, finally leaving us alone.
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