Thierry stopped me. “No, stay. Be with Tibs. The doctor just came out. Treyanna’s here. I’ll call you back when I know more.”
Sighing, I shook my head as if he could see. “Okay.”
“Tesoro?”
“Yes?”
“I love you,” he hung up before I could reply.
Placing phone in the back pocket of the faded jeans I was wearing, I stole a few more looks at my sleeping prince before tip toeing out of the room. I figured Nautica was still up and wanting to talk. I found her in the living room pouring over paperwork.
Rex, my father’s old guard was there. It wasn’t strange to find him still lingering around. Rex didn’t have a family of his own; he had dedicated his life to my father and his business.
“Lady Di,” he greeted me with a mischievous smile and stood to hug me.
“Rex it’s been a while,” I told him.
He gave me a bear hug and I took in his scent. He smelled like old familiar times. Rex’s scent had never changed. In fact, it made me think of graduation day, fresh cut grass tinged with Rex’s smell. He dropped a fatherly kiss on my head.
“It has,” he smiled down on me.
Nautica cleared her throat. “Rex, can you get us some tea. Me and Ivy have some stuff to talk about.”
He gave a nod. “Sure thing, Nautica.”
While Rex left the room, I stood around trying to figure out what was so important. “What’s up?”
Nautica gave a small smile. “I’ve been looking over the financials for Knowles Enterprises.”
“Oh?”
“I never had the head for business like you or your father,” Nautica admitted. “And even though I was never really involved in the company, I still got quarterly reports. That didn’t stop after John’s death.”
“What’s going on?” I felt alarms going off.
“I know you think you know Thierry,” Nautica started. “But is it possible he would steal from the company?”
“If he was stealing, it’d be from his own self. On Daddy’s death Knowles Enterprises got absorbed into Scarpetta Industries.” I continued to frown.
“Well, you should take a look at this then,” Nautica patted the seat beside her. “It looks like money is being funneled into an off shore account in the Cayman Islands.”
“Excuse me, what!” My voice went up so many octaves dog’s probably thought it was a whistle.
“See for yourself,” Nautica once again invited me to join her.
Shaking myself out of the stupor, I came to her side and sat down. Taking the file from her I began to read over things. I couldn’t make heads or tails of what she was talking about.
“Are you sure,” I asked.
Pain.
Sharp.
Swift.
Immediate.
“Ouch!” I cried out.
