“What if he did this knowing that it was going to get out? He wants Nancy to find out what they did.”
“But is there any proof of their sexual relations?” I ask. “Did he record it?” The thought makes my stomach roil. If something like that is leaked to the press or online, it would make him look like a god and Em look like a slut.
“Not that I know of. But we weren’t there.” He sighs. “I think the only thing that’s for certain is that he didn’t expect us to show up. We’ve spooked him. Put whatever plan he had with Emilee on hold.”
“What about Nancy?”
“What about her?”
“I can’t see him leaving her behind. Emilee said she didn’t have much longer.”
He shrugs. “After everything I’ve found, I know he didn’t marry her for love. I doubt he cares if she dies while he’s gone. Plus, once she’s dead, he’s entitled to what Nick left her.”
“But it didn’t sound like he left her much. Em, said it all went to George. That’s what we need to get our hands on. His wills.”
He stands from the chair. “I’m already on it. I’ll let you know the moment I do.”
The office phone rings, and I hold my finger up to my lips as I place whoever it is on speakerphone. “Hello?”
“Titan!” The man sings my name. “How are you?”
“Good. It’s been a while, Jacob.”
“Yes. Yes,” he agrees. “I’m flying in tomorrow, and I need a girl.”
“What type of event?” I ask, logging into my computer.
“Dinner.”
“I have just the one for you.” I pull up Jasmine’s file. Jacob loves the outspoken kind. The ones that stand out. Her current red hair and over-the-top attitude are just that.
“I want something different for this dinner. She needs to be quiet. Sit there and just look pretty. It’s a business meeting, not a social event.”
I exit out of Jasmine’s file, and I pull up a girl by the name of Macey. “I have …”
“I want Emilee.”
My fingers pause over the keys. “Sir?”
“I just saw her picture. She’s new, right? I want her.”
I look up at Bones, and he arches a brow at me.
“Is that a problem, Titan?” Jacob asks at my pause.
“No.” I clear my throat. “Not a problem at all. I will notify her and send you the pickup instructions.”
Click.
Bones smirks but says nothing as he exits my office.
Prick.
EMILEE
“Thank you,” Itell my cab driver who drops me off outside of Kingdom. I walk up the fifteen stairs to the back entrance.
“Hello, Miss York. It’s good to see you again,” Nigel says, holding one of the double doors open for me.
