"Actually ... I found a slight discrepancy in the financial statements a few months ago."Mr. Shaw turned back to me. He brushed his right hand through his dark brown hair and gave a small nod, telling me to continue."There were about ten rather suspicious outflows, all sent to different accounts at the Bank of Rotterdam, some to Thompson&Thompson-""Thomson&Thompson?" all attention Mr.Shaw turned to me when I said the name. "Are you sure, Eleanor?"I nodded "That stream of funds wasn't sent directly to the Thompson&Thompson company, but was transferred to an offshoot company owned by Thompson&Thompson. If all the funds were totaled it would probably be about 4 or 5 percent of the value of your company, Mr. Shaw.Four or five percent is an awful lot if the company is as big as Shaw&Partner. Maybe enough to buy a small office building.I studied the expression on his face in the dim light of his SUV's headlights, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening. Which means only one; So far he
Everything happened so fast, my brain had not finished processing what was happening when his lips touched mine which was still slightly wet from Wine. Then the whole system in my head stopped, my brain turned to jelly.He kissed me carefully at first, then slowly his kisses turned deeper. Strangely all the nerves in my body seemed to gather in my lips, making them a hundred times more sensitive. I've never felt a better kiss than this.His lips traced mine gently, slowly, as if he didn't want to rush. I could smell his mint and expensive aftershave distinctly, smells I'm usually only able to smell faintly around him.My heart was beating so fast I could almost hear it pounding in my ears. Then suddenly he pulled himself away from me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. The blue color of his eyes looked darker than before. But I didn't have time to observe him further because the next second I heard the sound of my flash drive hitting the floor again, his big hands cupped my face and
"I didn't know I would meet you here." He met Lana's gaze then nodded politely at her, before looking back at me."You're working on a case in San Francisco?" I asked in a formal tone. Mr. Shaw frowned slightly when he heard my question."No, I was just visiting a friend. Ele-Miss Heather, I haven't thanked you for what you did. We caught the embezzler."Oh yes? And you just thanked me a week later? Too late, Shaw.I pulled the corners of my mouth up with some force, "That's my job, Mr. Shaw. You don't need to thank me. Ah, Mr. Shaw, this is Alayna Morrel. Lana, this is Mr. Nicholas Shaw." I introduced them both."Morrell ... " he muttered under his breath,"Are you related to Christopher Morrel?""My father." Lana replied with a smile, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Shaw." She added while giving me an accusing look again at the mention of the 'Mr. Shaw'."We met while I was auditing his company." I explained to her."Miss Heather, how about I take you to dinner as my thanks? Do you have time
"You drove yourself from Manhattan?" I asked without being able to prevent it. He glanced at me then back to the street ahead. "No, I'm on a plane. It's Greg's car."Oh."He's in San Francisco ... too?""Yeah, he was ahead of me two days ago." Reply Mr. Shaw looked at me in the rearview mirror. I realized we were headed for the western part of San Francisco, which I knew was a high-rise residential area perched on top of hills and groves. Forest Hill.Fifteen minutes later we arrived at a house, or villa, at the top of Forest Hill. This house is the only building here, the other closest neighbors are a kilometer from here. And like all the other houses we've passed before, this place is extraordinarily …luxurious. Modern architecture represents every inch of this house, dominated by very large glass windows. I imagined how many people and how long it would take to wipe the windows.Mr. Shaw stopped his car in a very large yard. Two other cars parked next to us. One is a black Porsche
One of my hands traced the side of my seat which feels very soft, I'll bet the interior of this car using genuine leather. Mr. Shaw got in next to me and drove his car, it was the first time I saw him driving alone.He was wearing jeans and a black shirt with the band's logo, the jean jacket he had previously worn had been taken off. A beard will grow to cover his jaw. With an appearance like this he doesn't look like an expensive lawyer anymore. Maybe more like a Men's Health magazine cover model?"Gregory ... Have you gone mad?" Alice's voice sounded strange, so I turned back to her. She leaned against the kitchen counter and folded her arms across his chest. "Nicholas will kill you." She muttered under her breath. I looked at them alternately, what are they talking about?"This is none of your business." Gregory replied curtly.Alice shrugged her shoulders with a smile, "You're right." then she tilted her head slightly, "But I can't wait to see the response.""I didn't know He was-
I can't find any pictures of Nicholas with his girlfriends. And of all the photos on the internet, not a single one is smiling. His cold and intimidating face dominates the photos.I glanced at his picture in the latest article about his latest case. He was wearing the same suit when we met at the Shaw&Partner building that night in Manhattan. In the article it was written that he was attending a charity event. His dark brown hair neatly combed back exudes an intimidating aura, his slightly arrogant jawline and cold expression clearly visible on his face as he looks straight into the camera.But that night, when we met in the elevator at the Shaw&Partner building, he looked at me in a way that was different from this photo."Ells?"My hand moves automatically to hide the web I'm opening on my computer. I looked up to see Oliver standing in front of my desk, smiling at me."Are you ready?""What?" I furrowed my brow a little confused."Lunch. You owe me lunch, remember? It's already lu
I looked at Mr. Shaw, who was cutting something, was wearing an apron and was standing with his back to us, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He didn't seem to notice my arrival, or pretended he didn't."There isn't anything" I muttered as I threw my bag on the nearest sofa and then entered the kitchen.Finally He turned to me and a small smile appeared on his face "Miss Heather, I hope you don't mind me using your kitchen?"I folded my arms on my chest. Lana stood next to me smiling broadly again."No, of course not." I muttered while looking at him with a what-are-you-doing here look. He only replied to me by raising one of his eyebrows slightly before returning to his cutting job."Mr. Shaw, all this time I thought you were a very busy person ... " Lana said as she poured me a glass of white wine, her glass was half gone."Actually it's my last day in San Francisco, tomorrow I have to go back to Manhattan. My vacation is over." He turned slightly towards Lana as he spoke. He loo
'Unlucky!" Lana swore for the third time this afternoon. "It's my favorite shirt, damn ketchup." He muttered while wiping his white shirt that was stained with a few drops of tomato sauce with a wet tissue. But what he did instead made the stain even wider, he grumbled in frustration before finally giving up."Do you have time to accompany me to buy a shirt?" He looked at me half frustrated and half pleading. We were in the toilet of an Italian restaurant, today is one of my regular lunch schedules with Lana. I checked my watch briefly then nodded at him, "I still have half an hour."Lana smiled broadly while putting on her black blazer again, the part of the shirt that was stained with sauce was covered by the blazer."Lana, you can hide the stains under your blazer, why buy a new one?" I asked, pointing at his shirt.She rolled her eyes before answering me, "I have a date after work.""And you didn't tell me?" I asked, frowning. I took her small comb and styled my hair a little even