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Sitting
in my office, the Friday before the benefit and nearly a week since Maas had
accused my wife of shoplifting, I was reading several proposals for investment
opportunities. One had absolutely no merit and I did not know how it got to my
desk. I missed Angela. Her husband had taken a new job and they had moved out
to California, Silicon Valley. I had yet to find a competent replacement, but
my current temp had potential. The phone rang on my desk and I picked it up.
“Cullen,” I barked.
“Sir,
there’s a Jason Jenks here to see you,” said the temp assistant, Rhonda.
“Send
him in,” I replied. “And can you get us some coffee?”
“Of
course, Mr. Cullen,” Rhonda said.
I
stood up, smoothing my tie. Rhonda, a petite African-American girl with a
bright smile and a strong work ethic, opened the door. “Thank you for bringing
Mr. Jenks to the office. If you could bring this file to my brother and …” I
handed her file of the awful proposal.
“And
get you some coffee,” she nodded. “I will. Anything else, sir?”
“No,
Rhonda. Thank you. Actually, if you want to take off early, you can. I’ll be
leaving after my meeting with Mr. Jenks. I’m going to spend time with my wife
and son,” I smiled.
“Thank
you, Mr. Cullen,” Rhonda grinned. “I’ll see you on Monday, sir. It was nice to
meet you, Mr. Jenks.”
“A
pleasure, my dear,” Jenks replied, shaking her hand and giving her a smarmy
grin. Rhonda scurried out of the office. “She’s probably the best one out of
the bunch since Angela left your cranky ass. You should keep her.”
“I
think I will,” I laughed. “Have a seat, Jenks.”
We
walked to the seating area in my office. I picked up a pad of paper, sitting
down on a chair while he took the couch. He opened his briefcase and pulled out
his tablet, along with stacks of papers. Rhonda walked back in with a tray of
coffee and some savory snacks. When she left, I looked at my attorney. He
handed me a thick packet. “Your updated will and trust to include your rug
rat.”
“Jenks,”
I growled. “My kid is not a rug rat.”
“You
know I love kids … when they’re adults. And technically, he is a rug rat. He
crawls around the floor … like a rat?” Jenks snickered. I gave him a glower and
he just held up his hands in surrender. “Have you set up separate accounts in
various aliases for you, your wife and son?”
“Covering
my ass, yes,” I sighed. “Just in case something happens and …”
“You’re
not going to be arrested, Boss,” Jenks snapped, arching a brow. He handed me his
tablet. “Everything I’ve found about Detective Peter Maas …”
“This
is very, very thick, Jenks. Can you give me the abbreviated version?”
“Okay,
sounds good,” Jenks chuckled. “He was on the take.”
“Who?”
“Royce King,” Jenks answered.
Rhonda
Jason Jenks
Peninsula Hotel
Alice
Bella
Claire
Esme
Lauren
Carlisle
Emmett
Jasper
Mobward
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