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~Shadow~
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Gypsy stretched as she woke up seeing the sun shining brightly through the windows. Glancing at the clock she noticed it was well past noon. Laughing she got out of bed, blushing when she saw her sweater and bra tossed in the chair beside the door, remembering that morning with Caydn.
After showering she went down stairs finding the note on the counter Sophie had left, Vince had a doctor's appointment and they'd be back some time before dinner.
After making a sandwich she ran upstairs gathering her things then picking the sandwich up on her way out. She hesitated when she walked to the larger SUV but remembering what Caydn said about using it when she needed. Getting behind the wheel she headed toward her new business.
Pulling into the parking lot she smiled seeing the glass company already there and waiting. Caydn told her he'd called, making an appointment with their answering service before they'd headed home last night.
She was unlocking the front door when the delivery truck from the furniture warehouse pulled in. Showing the men the window that needed replacing she went back to the front to show the men where she wanted the furniture.
"Hi Sophie," she laughed answering her cell phone, "Yes they just delivered what I'd bought the other day. It might be used but it's mine," she giggled.
"The phone company said they'd send someone by to install my phone tomorrow afternoon. As soon as I get the glass cleaned up I'll be home in time for dinner," she assured her. "Tell Vince I'll be okay and I'll keep the doors locked," she said before hanging up.
After everyone had left she walked back to the storage room. Glancing at the window seeing the sun setting she moved boxes in front of the shelf, grabbing the broom and dust pan wanting to get the glass swept up before she left.
Looking around she made sure the doors and windows were closed, feeling a draft of cold air making the hair on her arms stand on end. Kneeling to scoop the glass into the dust pan she froze.
Taking a deep breath she wasn't sure if she wanted to close her eyes and wish herself some where else, or turn and face who ever she sensed standing in the door way behind her.
"The least you can do Gabrielle is pretend you're excited to see your own grandfather," Barton Currington said watching the slender young woman cleaning the floor.
Taking a deep breath she looked back at the tall well tailored man standing there, "Why would I be excited?" she asked casually even though she'd always felt anything but casual when ever she was around him.
"As I said young lady, the least you can do is pretend," he said sharply forcing a smile. "It's been some time since we've seen one another. I was hoping time would've made you more inclined to be accepting of me."
Gypsy laughed even though she tried not to, "Well I can say this is a shock if nothing else," she said looking back to the pile of shattered glass in front of her, sweeping it into the dust pan. "What's it been five years? Or possibly six since we've seen one another," she commented. Walking to the large trash can near the back door.
"I can see you still take after your father and the rest of that damned Chordane group," he snapped at her casual dismissal. "I was hoping that you would've grown out of it and developed some of your own independence. I'd forgotten you've situated yourself in that house with Sophie and Vince and among those ungodly people they work for," he snarled in disgust.
"Barton I can assure you I've had more than enough time to develop my own independence," she said hanging the dust pan up and placing the broom in the closet, closing the door to turn and face him. "Also how do you know where I live and with who?" she glared at him.
His face flushed as he stared at her, "Barton? Did you just call me Barton?" he asked shocked.
Walking to the door way she stopped and stared at him until he stepped to the side allowing her to walk into the front of the building. "Excuse me, should I've said 'Mr. Currington'? I'm sorry but I'm no longer able to call a man who decided he was to busy with his own life and pursuit of wealth to worry about something as insignificant as the grand daughter who'd just lost both parents. So I've no desire to neither call nor think of you as my grandfather," she said firmly picking up her bag finding her cell phone to check the time.
Glancing up she held her breath seeing the rage on his face and feeling an overwhelming rush of cold touch her as it had the night before. "You," she said suddenly. "You're the person behind what happened here last night," she accused him her mouth falling open in shock.
Barton looked around the room ignoring her as if he didn't have any idea what she was talking about. "I think you're still living in that same fantasy world you did when you were a child. I wasn't here last night so you'd know I had nothing to do with what looks like vandals smashing a window," he laughed sarcastically. "I can see I've neglected you for far to long hoping that you'd come to your senses and come to me," he said harshly.
"I really hate to tell you this but whatever you seem to be waiting for isn't there. You had little to do with me when I was a child and you turned your back on me at the one time in my life when I could've used the support. I'd say that what ever long lost reunion you thought there'd be you're sadly mistaken," she said flipping her cell phone open dialing 911.
"Yes can you please send an officer to the Dayton properties on Main Street? I have someone who's broken in and I'd like them removed," she told the dispatcher.
"Gabrielle!" he said shouted his face turning red with anger, "I can see you've been influenced, but the question is have you allowed those unclean ungodly heathens to touch you? Have you been ignorant enough to let them take you, becoming their whore?" He snarled at her, his hands tightening into fists repeatedly while pacing.