A/N: So this is the second to last chapter for this episode. I'm behind, I know, but I'm determined to catch up! With the show going on a few week hiatus soon, I'm hoping I'll get completely caught up before the show returns! In the meantime, please read and review! All the positive reviews are making me really happy and excited to keep writing!
The next morning, I waited anxiously for a knock on the door. I had switched rooms the night before, deciding that a one bedroom and one bed room didn't fit well when I had a two year old to take care of. Instead, I was in a two bedroom with a living area and bathroom, and I was currently in that living area, occasionally wandering to the bedroom where my son was sleeping to make sure he was still sleeping. I didn't want him interrupting any conversation I was going to have, especially not with what I had dug up on the man who called me.
Knowing what he looked like, and that he was clearly close to my sister, had helped me track down who he was. I'd spent half the night putting my journalism degree to use, researching who the man was and exactly what his connection to my sister was. Using a photo searching tool, I'd found a page that featured the very man in question, and through that tool I'd found more information on the man that my sister seemed rather close to.
As soon as the knock came, I was at the door, opening it up and moving aside to let the man inside.
"Aiden Mathis," I greeted, noticing immediately the surprised look on his face.
"Did Emily tell you my name?" I shook my head, pointing to my computer which had a list of all the information I found on Aiden.
"No, I'm just a journalist who knows how to do her job." I said, well aware that most people forgot that I was once a journalist. Most people knew me for running Ainsley Media Corporation and forgot that I once was a journalist before moving up in the company. My degree was a dual degree in journalism and business, but all anyone remembered was the business degree. Few remembered that I was once a great journalist, known for tracking down information on people. Secretly, I always thought that if Ainsley Media went under, I'd go into private detective work.
"I see, and you believed it was your job to get information on me," I ran a hand through my hair, an annoyed sound leaving my lips.
"My job is to protect my sister from those who don't have her best interest at heart." Aiden looked miffed.
"You think I don't have her best interests at heart? I called you," I made a mental check mark that I was right on that, glad I was accusing the right person and not just some random stranger.
"I know, though I don't know why." Aiden glanced at his watch, and I wondered if he had somewhere he needed to be.
"Because, I thought Emily was changing the plan, that she was going to stay here instead of end this and leave." I immediately felt my anger start to bubble, as I realized that the man standing in front of me was the reason my sister thought leaving was a good idea.
"So you're the reason she's leaving. You really think that's in her best interest? Letting her fake her death and run away?" I demanded.
"It will end this ridiculous scheme and get her out of harms way," I shook my head.
"No, it will take her away from everyone that loves her and cares about her." I snapped.
"I love and care about her," I pointed a finger at him.
"You are not her family. I'm her family, me. I'm the one whose been watching out for her since she was born. I'm the one that asked Nolan to watch her, I'm the one that made sure she had money and a place to stay. I'm the one that showed up when I thought she needed me, and I'm the one that will continue to be there long after you disappear, Aiden." I said, my voice rising in anger. Aiden started to look angry too as I spoke, clearly upset that I was questioning his love for my sister.
"I'm the one that kept her from killing anyone, and the one that cleaned up her messes. I'm the one that has kept her safe in this plot," I shook my head in disgust.
"You kept her safe in this plot or encouraged this plot? I know your father was involved in the flight, I know that you have something to gain." Aiden sneered.
"And you don't? David Clarke was your father too," On reflex, I smacked him, the sound of my hand connecting with his face ringing in the air as I stared him down.
"Don't you ever bring up his name again. You don't have a right to do that. He's my father, she's my sister, and I know what's best for her. Taking her away from everything, including me, it's going to be the worst thing for her." Aiden didn't say anything, and we stood in silence for a minute my ringing phone breaking the tension.
I was tempted to ignore the phone, but Aiden kept glancing at it, leading me to pick up the phone.
"Genevieve Ramston," I said, my tone a little harsher than I meant it to be.
"Um, is this a bad time?" I rubbed the bridge of my nose, annoyed with myself for being so harsh on the phone. I always prided myself on being able to sound polite and professional on the phone.
"No, Jack, it's fine. What's up?" I said, watching as Aiden headed towards the door.
"This isn't over," I said, holding the phone away from my ear so Jack wouldn't hear.
"We'll see." Aiden said, the door slamming behind him as he left. I stared at the closed door, wishing I could kill Aiden with the glare I was giving the door.
"Genevieve, are you there?" I heard Jack ask, pulling me from my angry glance at the door.
"Yeah, sorry." I said, not even sure what Jack had just been saying to me. He could of told me that elephants were turning pink for all I knew.
"So you can come down for breakfast here? I need to talk to you in person," I took a look at the clock, grateful to see that JD would be getting up soon on his own, and I wouldn't need to wake him and deal with cranky JD all day if I went to breakfast with Jack.
"Yeah, I'll be at the Stowaway in forty-five minutes with JD. We can walk to that little café on the corner. It's still there right? I remember them having the best omelettes," I said, remembering how my father sometimes would take Amanda and I there for breakfast. I wasn't sure if they were still in business, but if they were the idea of an omelette sounded good.
"Okay, I'll see you then." Jack said, and a second later there was a click as the call ended and I was left to stare at the door, wondering why Aiden Mathis thought he had a right to take my sister away from me, and how I was going to stop him.