Chapter 18

Just then Merlyn walked in. His breath clogged in his throat and words reduced to come out. He placed her identity in her hand while asking almost in a whisper, in a tone only she could hear. "Are you Merlyn, Merlyn James, the daughter of Samuel and Rachel James?" Merlyn peered at Stephen blankly. "Yes. But why does it make you so uncomfortable?" Who was he fucking kidding, he was good at sorting out his emotions before everyone. He gave off the air of being totally at peace with himself. He presented a good poker face to the world. It's probably why the family business was so damn successful, he was the master of letting no one in. The English public school he was sent to, away from my family, had definitely helped with that. He had learnt the ‘stiff upper lip' that the rich instilled in their children from an early age, and his American/English accent always won over the American business world. Getting back to his senses he stood up from the bed and pushed his shoulders back, taki