Merina found her phone by the bedside with a note. (We’ll talk about your work at 10 am. Be ready. Your clothes are in the right closet. Con) She charged her phone. When the screen lit, the notifications flooded the tiny screen. Most were from Ana. Others surprised her. They came from Andre. He never left messages. Because Merina didn’t respond. She hoped he’d forget her number. What did she do now? She skipped his messages, but Merina listened to one by accident. (Merina, please call me when you receive this. Be careful speaking in public. I’ve tried to shut down the rumors. Everyone believes they’re facts. They’re claiming you need a psychiatrist. You blackmailed Conner into marriage. I suspect it’s Lillian, Gabriella, or both who started them. Gabriella’s name appears in a rumor, claiming you forced Conner to break off their engagement. I’ll have my lawyer deal with them. If Lillian thinks this will work, she’s
Merina hesitated at calling her father. He’d left so many messages and warnings by the time she’d finished with Ana. Did she want to offer him an opportunity? Did she act petty and not return his calls? Merina didn’t expect any inheritance from him. She never recovered from being sent away to school, which became her home for a significant portion of her life. Her family, after the first year, claimed they couldn’t look after her at home during the second and third year. They hired someone for holidays to mind her. The nanny kept her in the city near the school, making her feel like a prisoner instead of a child on summer vacation. No one wanted her during Christmas vacations. The fourth year Merina refused to return home when her father called for her and as she’d turned eighteen, she went on a holiday trip by herself instead. She learned of her father’s distress upon realizing she didn’t follow the summons. Her rebellion began during that vacation and has con
Merina sat and waited for the call to connect. The wait went for a full minute; she used her time better and dressed for the meeting. With the call on speaker and took her cellphone with her into her walk-in closet. There she searched through her clothes, surprised to find clothing from the MacGregor mansion and her apartment.She discovered a note pinned to the fourth suit in her collection, written in Conner’s handwriting. [They are old, unattractive, and small — I don’t like them. After our meeting, you’ll get something that fits and suits you. You deserve better and my wife won’t wear anything less than perfect. Con.] “Wow, he knows how to tell me what to do while flattering me. Geez.” Distracted with the note, Merina missed the call connected again. “Lillian bought those clothes, and they never fit me. It was her way of telling me I needed to lose weight. It all fit her.” “Oh? She told me you couldn’t stay away from food and ungrate
Merina had the manners to appear on time for their meeting. He’d arranged this meeting not to discuss her career and business plan. Conner aimed to solidify the narrative of their collaboration since the beginning. That way, he could prevent anyone else from trying to charge her for espionage later or questioning that. “Ah, here she is now, gentlemen. The lady we’ve been speaking about, my wife, Merina O’Keefe. Merina, this is Chief Inspector Billings. He’s leading the investigation into the Mandela’s, and this is my head accountant, Gregory Van Clief. The Inspector blinked and raised a finger. “Ms. MacGregor? I’m sorry my connections didn’t pass on that you’d married. I’m happy to see you again. Somehow, I should have connected you to the MacGregor family.” “Hello, Chief Inspector. I wasn’t aware you were connected to the investigation, or I would have called you myself. Conner and I married in haste days ago. No, I tried to keep my fam
Ana sat down to dinner with Jeff almost an hour ago. She’d struggled with what to tell him. She had been silent during the meal, contemplating how to start the conversation. They were on dessert. Something she would enjoy. She couldn’t do it tonight. Jeff leaned back in his chair and watched Ana push her peach cobbler about in the melting ice cream. Ana knew he was considering her or something. “Is there a problem Jeff?” She wanted to distract him. Allow her a few extra minutes to plan her next steps and approach this situation. “I got a call from Conner O’Keefe a few hours ago.” Ana sank feeling as soon as he said this. “Oh, did he want to talk about business or something personal?” His topic blurred the lines between the two. Ana shifted in her seat and set her spoon down. Her attention focused of him even though her eyes stayed on the candle display in the center of the table. “Oh, umm. Should I be
“Who is your stepfather?” Jeff knew who her stepfather was. He wanted to hear her admit it. If he knew her family, Jeff would have treated her differently. He wouldn’t have tested her by taking her to places he considered were beneath him. “Jordan Foster.” Jeff watched her. She sounded embarrassed and almost ashamed to admit this. At least, she understood the error she’d made. “Ana. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I don’t tell anyone. His lifestyle isn’t mine.” Jeff knew Jordan Foster as a wealthy man, but few knew about his stepdaughter. It took Jeff the rest of the afternoon to get information on her. It proved challenging because of the lack of resources. She’d been a troubled teen who rebelled against her mother’s second marriage. Then, when she could get away from her family, she’d done so. Though her stepfather tried to force her to stay in touch. “Why did you attend a private school and work for a society girl?”
Lillian didn’t wait to return home to start her campaign against her soon-to-be ex-stepdaughter. How dare she make her life more difficult until Marina was supposed to submit to Galen while Conner should have married Gabriella? Lillian would marry Joseph. Lillian would have access to all the money and destroy the dead word. Or exes she’d gain over the last fifteen years. She seeks revenge on them for their laziness and lack of financial success. Lillian only requested that they maintain her desired lifestyle without her having to do anything. She wouldn’t accept a man retiring to live off his investments. That screamed door as he leeched of his savings. She didn’t want a man who didn’t sacrifice for her comfort. She’d learned long ago that worthy men sacrificed for her time. Not love. Love was a false emotion created by greeting card companies. She had no desire for love or marriage with a money-seeking man. “It’s unexpected how a few facts can generate sympath
The meeting went well enough, Conner thought. He caught sight of a new side of Merina. Now he had messages piling up from friends and business associates about information they’d heard. He’d spent his afternoon putting out fires. He’d assume these rumors and hints at financial disaster were Lillian, Joseph, and Gabriella’s doing. It all appeared to revolve around them. “David, you’re not crazy right?” “No, never had a problem. Why?” “Merina is as crazy as you are. As for the police officer stupidity. She knows she’s not a police officer. She has a much more flexible and diverse position. I can tell you that she’s an expert in her field and consults with the police when they call upon her. She works with law enforcement all over the world. That’s why she didn’t come home. The woman tracks electronic transfers of money and information. Agencies, businesses, and people hire her when they need help learning where the money went missing.”