This is just the beginning.
Later Regina sat with David and they had a conversation.
" I need you to follow someone for me." She said.
***
The next day, Canary was seated in his office, reviewing documents when his phone rang.
Glancing at the screen, he saw an unknown number. He hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Hello?" he said curtly.
"Good morning, Canary," came Regina's smooth, confident voice on the other end.
Canary frowned, sitting up straighter. "Regina? How did you get my number?"
She chuckled softly. "I have my ways. I thought we should talk."
Canary's tone turned sharp. "Whatever you want, you can say it during work hours. Don't call me like this again."
Without waiting for a reply, he ended the call and placed the phone back on his desk, irritation flashing across his face.
Leaning back in his chair, he shook his head, wondering what Regina was trying to accomplish.
He was just like that when the phone rung again.
"Regina," he said curtly. "What is it this time?"
"I need to see you," she said, her voice low and urgent. "It's about Joel."
Canary's eyes narrowed. Joel had been a constant source of unease lately, but why would Regina, of all people, have something to say about him?
"I'm listening," Canary replied, leaning back in his chair.
"Not over the phone," she insisted. "Meet me at the rooftop."
"Regina…"
"No arguments, Canary. This is important. You'll want to hear this."
Before he could protest, the line went dead. He stared at the phone, a mix of frustration and curiosity brewing within him.
Regina stood waiting, her red dress catching the sunlight and clinging to her figure.
She turned when she heard the door open, a sly smile spreading across her lips.
"Canary," she greeted, her voice smooth. "Punctual, as always."
"Regina," he replied, his tone clipped. "You dragged me up here. Start talking."
She sauntered toward him, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor.
"Always so direct," she teased. "But then again, I've always liked that about you."
"Enough," Canary said, his patience wearing thin. "What do you have to tell me about Joel?"
Regina hesitated, as if weighing her words. "I overheard him talking to someone in the boardroom yesterday. He… said things about you. Things that weren't exactly flattering."
"What kind of things?" Canary asked, his gaze narrowing.
"I don't know all the details," she admitted, looking back at him. "But it didn't sound good. He sounded angry—like he was plotting something. It was about you and Andersons Group."
Canary's jaw tightened. "You expect me to act on hearsay? On vague warnings?"
"I'm just telling you what I heard," she said, her voice defensive.
"I thought you should know. You're smart enough to connect the dots yourself."
He studied her, his expression unreadable. "Why tell me this now? What's in it for you?"
Regina shrugged, stepping closer. "Call it a favor. Consider it a warning. You and I… we have history, Canary. I wouldn't want to see you blindsided."
" Huh, history?" He chuckled.
"
Regina, Let me make something clear forget this 'history' you keep bringing up. Whatever we had, it's long dead."
Regina's confident smile wavered for a split second, but she quickly recovered, her voice softening.
"You can say that all you want, Canary," she said, stepping closer to him. "But I know you. I know you better than anyone. And I know you still love me."
Canary let out a short laugh, shaking his head.
"Still love you?" he echoed, his voice dripping with disbelief. "Regina, the only thing I feel for you is regretand maybe a little pity."
" So you really threw away everything we had ?" She asked.
" It was all fake !" He said.
" Now I see," Regina said bitterly, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and pain.
"You hate me so much that you'd rather sleep with women like Leah, Isabella, Bianca… and now Lisa, just to spite me!"
Canary froze mid-step, then slowly turned back to face her. His expression was icy, his jaw tight.
"You think this is about you?" he said, his voice low but laced with venom.
Regina's lip curled into a sneer. "Isn't it? You've been parading them around, rubbing it in my face. Do you think I don't see it?"
Canary chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Regina," he said, taking a step closer, his eyes boring into hers, "I would rather sleep with the whole damn world than ever go back to you."
"Did you have to go that far, Canary?"Regina burst into tears.
"Did you really have to sleep with my sister, Camilla, just for fun?" she demanded, her voice cracking with anguish.
Canary's eyes widened for the briefest moment. "What?"
Regina sobbed, wiping at her cheeks with her sleeve.
"Camilla… my sister! Was it just another way to hurt me? Another game for you?"
Canary's heart skipped a beat at the revelation, but his expression quickly hardened again, a deep sigh escaping his lips.
He had always known Camilla was a part of his past, but hearing Regina mention her so directly caught him off guard.
"I didn't know," Canary said, his voice a mixture of disbelief and exhaustion.
"I didn't know she was your sister."
Regina's tear-filled eyes shot daggers at him.
"And now you'll pretend that changes anything?" she spat, her voice bitter with emotion.
Canary shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "No. It changes nothing."
"Nothing?" Regina's voice cracked, her body shaking with emotion. "You'll just walk away, after everything?"
"Regina," Canary began, his tone colder than ever, "I don't care who she is. Camilla was a mistake, just like you were. And nothing you say or do is going to change that."
Regina's face twisted with hurt, her sobs growing louder.
"You're really this heartless, aren't you? You've never cared about me, have you?"
"No," he replied, his voice calm but final. "I cared about the idea of you. The illusion you let me believe in. But that's over."
She shook her head in disbelief. "You don't even know what you've lost, Canary."
"I know exactly what I lost," he said firmly, his gaze locking with hers.
"What I lost was the person I thought you were. The person who could maybe be trusted. But now I see you for what you are."
Regina stepped back, her chest heaving as the weight of his words settled in.
"You'll regret this, Canary. One day, you'll see how wrong you were."
Canary's expression softened for the briefest moment, but only a fraction.
He opened the door and looked back at her one last time.
"Maybe I will. But I know one thing for sure I'll never regret walking away from you."
With that, he stepped out, the door closing quietly behind him, leaving Regina broken and alone on the rooftop.