Vince stood. He was calm, but Victor could see the tension in his face. Renee, however, had her nose buried in a small pile of paperwork.
“Your campaign manager called,” she informed without looking up. “She’s on her way up.”
Victor took off his jacket off and tossed it on the sofa. “What?” he growled while walking over to his desk.
Vince hesitated as if waiting for Victor to sit.
“What?” Victor repeated as he took his seat. “Get to it, Vince.”
Vince shoved his hands in his pockets and steeled himself to deliver bad news. “The Attorney General is investigating you,” he blurted, probably thinking that he was landing an unexpected blow. But the piece of shit reporter had already dropped a hint about the investigation.
Victor flipped open his laptop. He wanted to send Kena an email instructing her to begin a search for a qualified therapist for Taylor.
“What are they looking for?” Lincoln asked.
“Campaign corruption. They're looking into Major Mogul Super PAC.”
Victor looked up at Vince with disbelief. “Jack Storm?Get the fuck outta here. Are serious?”
Victor couldn’t believe what he was hearing. As far as he knew, Jack Storm was the most legit rich man he’d ever come across.
“They’re looking at campaign contributions from Jack Storm?”
“Yes,” Vince said. “According to some friends on the inside, they’re trying to tie his money in with Donati Pharmaceuticals, which is owned by Luca Savelli and cousin, Francis.”
“That’s fucking ridiculous,” Victor scoffed. “Good luck trying to muddy up Storm Enterprises.”
There had to be more to it. Why would Renee and Vince get so worried about a bullshit accusation that couldn’t possibly be proved? Yeah, Jack and Luca were family, but there was no way they would find a speck of dirt on Jack’s money.
“What else?” Victor probed.
Vince cleared his throat and turned to Renee. She reluctantly looked up from her paperwork. Dread was the only way to describe the look in her eyes.
She grabbed a sheet of paper and walked around the table, moving toward him slowly as if walking the plank. After placing the paper on his desk, she muttered, “Tomorrow’s headline.”
Victor hesitated. Since he’d hired her, he had never seen Renee spooked. She actually tensed when he reached for the paper. He put his readers on, looked down at the paper, and could not believe what he was reading.
“Commander Dies. Did Governor’s Wife Drop the Ball?”
