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"Sir Charlie Sr, you haven't eaten since noon. Please, allow me to bring your meal." Charlie Sr lifted his head from his laptop, acknowledging the maid's concern. "Mrs. Wade, you needn't worry. I'll eat when hunger strikes," he reassured her. With a sigh of relief, Mrs. Wade left the room. Charlie Sr closed his laptop and grabbed his car keys.

And as if to drive that point home, a car suddenly appeared behind them, going way too fast to be anyone but Nash's men. He cursed and tore around the next turn, sending Charlie sprawling halfway across his lap. He had to lose them. Charlie sat back up and quickly clicked on her seatbelt, and he heard her breath hitch slightly when she glanced back and realized what was going on. He wanted to reach out and calm her, but that was impossible right now. The least he could do was fill her in on what he could. "I never told you much about what I do for a living," he said, his voice calm in spite of the fact that his grip was like steel on the steering wheel.