“Can I ask who that person with boundary issues is?”
“You can, but this is very new for me. I only know that she’s concerned about a leak, and that it’s making her doubt everyone, including the two people she says she’s always trusted. Her driver and her father’s assistant. Her father’s assistant crossed a boundary last night and —”
“His name?”
“Matteo.” When I hear someone sigh “fuuuuck” in the background, my body tenses. “She asked him to leave when he showed up at a hotel room she rented to get away. He wasn’t given her location, so she clearly didn’t expect him to show up. He lives with the family. She needed space. He was a dick. If I wasn’t there.” I stop. “I play hockey for the Brooklyn Bears. We have a game out of town tomorrow, and will be home for one night and out for six.”
“You started saying if you weren’t there, what is your concern?”
“He’s family to her; she loves the man.”
“So, you think she’s too weak to stand up to him.” He states.
“She stood up to him when he spewed off a bunch of shit about me in French.”
“So, you have no idea what he said?”
“I speak four fucking languages. I knew what he said, and I know her response —also in French.”
Someone in the background snorts, “Had to have pissed him off.”
“Who the hell is —”
“Sorry Killer, this is Matthew Abraham, my brother CJ and I started this company together. I’m not being a dick.” He chuckles.
“Yes, he is.” The other states. “But please tell us what happened next with Matteo.”
“He didn’t like it when I responded in a language, he thought he could get away with insulting me in.”
“He leave?” Matthew asks.
“Pretty sure he clocked that he didn’t have much of a choice.”
“So, Ms. Fairfax knows we’re speaking?” CJ asks.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, “No, but I’m planning to tell her tonight after the game.”
“How do you think she’ll react?” Matthew, or CJ… one of them asks.
“No fucking clue, she’s stubborn but not stupid or careless.”
“So, clarify something for me.” CJ this time for sure.
“Go ahead, ask anything.” I have nothing to hide.
“Her father’s personal assistant for years didn’t know she and you were together?” Matthew asks.
“We’re not officially together but?—”
CJ cuts me off, “So, you’re willing to spend 8K a day for security for a woman you’re not officially with.”
“You bet your ass I am.” Then, without thought, add, “May need to double the coverage for another player’s family, too.”
Chapter 17
Daylight
Sofie
