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The
Truth
Part
6
by Sara,
Barbara and Vania
The will, that has been changing over and over again,
over the years was read days after in the deceased's office, now Miss Parker's.
Mr. Parker left everything to his son, Christopher, and to his daughter, Miss
Parker, with the legal custody of Christopher since Mr. Parker's death. And as
Miss Parker's predicted before, she was in total command of The Centre. At yet,
Raines still tried to say something, but no one understood.
This incident, by itself, wouldn't be enough to make the
old Mr. Parker dancing in his grave, but at the end of the will's reading, a
figure with a gold mask on his face appeared and claimed the deceased's
heritage. But this figure, somewhat bizarre, was ignored by everything and
everyone, because she refused to identify herself.
The new chairman of The Centre, Miss Parker, dispensed
everyone in her office, but Broots.
"Find me who is this bimbo!!!" Miss Parker said
to the bald man.
"Bbbbb-ut how?"
"That's for you to find
what, grasshopper!"
"Oh! Ooo-k!"
And with this, a new hunt began, organized by The
Centre.
Soon thereafter, Broots (that is only slow talking) got
in Miss Parker's office, that asked him:
"Found something?"
"By the way, yes!... Jarod left me a package that
revealed to be a lot useful."
"Oh! The genius lab rat strikes again for another
round." Miss Parker said sarcastically.
"Yes, and the news are incredible, but I don't know
if you're gonna like."
"Spit it out, Broots" She was now
demanding.
"You're not gonna believe
this!"
"What I cannot believe is that you're still
there!"
"It's...hhmm...it's
Brigitte!"
"You've got to be kidding me! That bimbo is dead and
berried for 2 years now!" Miss Parker couldn't believe what she was
hearing.
"At The Centre, nothing is what appears to be"
Broots said, handling her an envelop with some files from an hospital.
But, looking at the photos on the files, Miss Parker
turned to every colors.
"What is this psycho doing here?"
"Who?"
"Lyle, you moron!" Miss Parker snapped.
"Hm...What?"
"Come over here!" showing him the picture
"Near Brigitte! In the car! I would know this face anywhere!"
In this right moment, Miss Parker's cell phone rang.
"Yes?!!!"
"It's good to hear you in such a good mood, Miss
Parker!" Jarod said ironically from the other side of the line.
"What do you want?"
"Now, is that the way to thank me for the
information on your dear brother?"
"What the hell did you know about this?"
"I know everything Miss Parker, or almost
anything...How's Cathy?"
Miss Parker relaxed a little bit. After all, Cathy was
both his and hers.
"She's better. Maybe tomorrow I can get her home.
Maybe. You knew the truth about her and you didn't tell me?"
"What truth? I don't know what you're talking
about!" Jarod said a little confused.
"Don't come on me saying you know nothing, Jarod!
You knew she was our daughter!" That's it. She told him!
"What??!!!! Cathy is my daughter?! How's that
possible?!" Jarod was completely in shock and that was showing in his
voice, without his usual security.
"You remember when I left the boarding school and
was at The Centre for a while, waiting for college to start, and we saw each
others again..." Miss Parker started with a softness in her voice.
"Yes..."
"Well... I got pregnant and my father send me to
some place isolated, where no one could find that the Chairman's daughter was
pregnant."
"And...?"
"Cathy was born, but my father told me she died
during the labor... And the rest you already know. You never forgive me for not
talking to you in the next fifteen years,...until you escaped and I was send to
catch you."
"I did?!"
"Now, I'm in command, and I don't have to hunt you
never more. Besides, I was thinking on "give you" your freedom and
help you, from inside The Centre, to find the truth about your past."
"What?!"
"Jarod, you deserve it. It's the best I can do. And,
after all, we have a daughter, and I'm not in a mood to get after her because of
you."
"Than you, Megan."
And the call ended. (Broots' face after this revelations
is up to you)
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