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Gregor and his team ushered Victor through the sea of reporters from the Thompson Center to the dark SUV. They were hammering him with questions about Rosemary so much so as to suggest he’d forced her to fake her death so that he could gain a sympathy vote in the election.
Once he was safely tucked inside the vehicle, Victor pulled his phone out of his pocket. He needed to warn Taylor about the fallout. Renee climbed in next to him and Gregor hopped in the passenger’s seat.
“Take me to Lucas’ place!” Victor barked at the driver.
“No.” Gregor intervened. “I’m sorry, Governor. Your wife just put a huge target on her back. We won’t be taking you there.”
Victor ran his fingers through his already mussed hair and leaned back in his seat. He was worn and not in the mood to fight with his head of security.
“Can we summon them?” Victor asked in compromise.
“Yes, sir, we can work that out,” Gregor conceded.
“Great,” Victor muttered.
Victor hit the number two, speed dialing Kena. When she answered, he could tell by her tone that she’d seen the news
“Kenyatta, I need you to call Lucas, my other brothers, and Detective Devereaux right now. Tell them to meet me at the penthouse.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, and Kenyatta?’
“Yes?”
“You tell Lucas that if he has to drag Rosemary by her hair, I want her in my apartment ASAP.”
“Will do, Governor,” she softly replied. “Umm, do you need me there?”
“Yes.”
“Are you okay?” The sound of real concern was bleeding from her voice.
“Yeah, I will be. Go on. Get it done. I’ll see you in a few.”
“Yes, Governor.”
