Kira Is A Mistress

It was Helen’s turn to posture. She sat up straight, picked up the porcelain teacup with two fingers and took a delicate sip. When she felt she’d made him wait long enough, she asked, ‘What is it?’ ‘I want to know everything about Kira. I know she’s a student at Stamford University, but it’s the summer break now. She doesn’t live on campus. The school doesn’t have her home address on file.’ Gideon fastened his gaze on Helen’s made-up face. ‘You are her mother. You must know where she is.’ Helen laughed. ‘Gideon, how can you be so sure I know where she is? After all, you know what happened back then. I left the Hewitt family a long time ago.’ Helen jutted her chin. The impetuous young man refused to shake hands with her earlier. Nor did he have the courtesy to order first before they started talking. Now the table was turned. Gideon gestured at Martin, who’d been standing quietly by the door. The assistant approached with a cheque in hand. ‘Will this help to jog your memory?’ Gideon pus