On the twentieth floor of the Covington Tower located in Downtown Radcliffe, Daniel Covington is behind his desk in his expansive office suite on his iPhone. 

 

"He pretty much has put everything together. But does not have substantial evidence that connects me to Toussaint." 

 

The property development CEO is currently speaking to his longtime housekeeper Gabriella about his youngest son Tommy, knowing that he knows he was the one to manipulate Jordan into having a mental breakdown for her to lose custody of Jeremy to Tommy, still believing she is not capable of mothering his grandson, who is the future generation of this family. So, he blackmailed the psychiatrist into making her believe her postpartum depression had still been hindering her.

 

"Your involvement is the furthest thing to come out," he tells her. 

 

Gabriella participated in the gaslighting by using a voice changer to make the young woman think she's been hearing voices. 

 

"You have my word, Gabriella," Daniel discloses. He lifts his head when he hears a light tap on the door which follows the barrier opening as Courtney Covington Sullivan stands in the doorway, silently motioning she wants to speak with him. 

 

"Uh, I will return your call later on," he says to the housekeeper, not wanting anyone to know what he is discussing. 

 

He ends the call. 

 

"I hope I'm not interrupting," his only daughter replies wearing a sepia brown sleeveless cowl-neck top and black slacks. 

 

"I will always have time for you," the businessman notifies. "Is there anything I can do for you?" 

 

"Well, I'm on my way out to have lunch with Steven, but I wanted to tell you to look out for that feasibility study I put together." 

 

Daniel forms a countenance of confusion on his face as to what she is referring to, but now it dawns on him that she is talking about the new land they had acquired months prior. 

 

"Oh, thanks," he says. 

 

Courtney puts her hands on her hips. "You all right, Dad?" 

 

"I'm fine," he responds. "Just have a few things on my mind, that is all." 

 

"Is one of those things, Max?" 

 

Daniel nods, thinking of how his role in the matter caused his eldest son to lose the use of his legs and the death of his first child. 

 

"Shauna called and said that Max will be coming home from the hospital the day after tomorrow, so I'm planning to host a small celebration with family and close friends to welcome him home." 

 

"Sounds good," Courtney says. "I know it has been rough on all of us, but I will keep up with my responsibilities as well as Max's until he's fit to come back."

 

She then remembers the time. "I need to get going; that study should be in your email," she informs. "And if this a bribe for me to you keep in as head of the company at the shareholder's meeting, you might have my vote." she smiles playfully. 

 

"Have a good lunch," he tells her. "And thanks for all of the work you've been doing here. I appreciate it," 

 

Courtney motions her hand to him, somewhat taken aback by his complimenting her. 

 

While she exits the room, Daniel focuses his attention on his desktop computer, deciding to get back to work. Glancing at his corporate email, he sees the study from Courtney. In addition, he also notices another message from The Law Office Of Andrews & Andrews.

 

"What the hell is this?" He questions aloud while clicking on it.