We left the bright marble floors of the grand foyer behind us and walked directly down the main hallway. The heavy emotional weight of the basement faded from my shoulders with every step I took, and a sharp, focused energy rushed in to take its place. The defensive phase of our corporate war was over. We no longer needed to hide my background from the wealthy socialites, and we did not have to worry about my father ruining the Kingsley name.
Mason opened the heavy wooden doors of his formal study. We stepped inside the quiet room, and he turned the brass lock to ensure the household staff would not interrupt us.
"We need to eat something, because we skipped lunch," Mason noted while he walked behind his large mahogany desk. "I will ask Henry to bring us some sandwiches and coffee. We have a lot of work to finish tonight."
