I give them a small smile. “I’ll see what I can do from my end. I agree.”
Our conversation ends as we hit the top floor where the executive offices are located.
Meg appears in the doorway. “We will be in the conference room,” she says over her shoulder as she hurries down the hall, arms filled with folders.
I exchange a glance with James, who mouths, “See?”
Giving him a small nod, we enter the conference room where everyone has gathered.
Ruiz and his associate take up positions at the door. I pick the seat next to Erik, across from Coulson and Alexis.
Remy is pacing and on the phone, while Meg is slapping folders down in front of us. Her jaw is tight, and she is not making eye contact.
I start to rise, but she gives one sharp shake of her head and continues moving.
My questions are answered when I open the folder.
A photocopy of a black note addressed to an investigative reporter.
My stomach drops. She’s never gone this public before. I shoot a glance at Meg, who is worrying her lower lip as she stares out the window, arms crossed. I want to go to her, but now isn’t the time. I look across the table where the Earls took seats next to Coulson and see them having the same internal debate. Meg has more people in her corner than she knows.
Chapter one hundred thirty-six
Remy
I disconnect my call and turn to everyone at the table.
“Sorry, I was on the phone with the news director. Thanks for passing these out, Meg.”
At her name, she shakes off her reverie and goes to take a seat to my right, tablet out.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I look at my opened folder.
“A lot has happened and I’m not quite sure where to start.” Holding back a sigh, I gesture to the folder.
“If you open your folder, you will see the Dark Angel has offered to give the news an interview of sorts.”
“If this Dark Angel is on our side, and from what I read it appears she is, this is a great way to get reporters information without it touching us. Assuming none of you are the Dark Angel,” Alexis says.
“Her note says she considers herself more of an avenger of the downtrodden,” Coulson adds. “I want to know how she gets her information.”
“I received a note today,” James adds. “It fluttered down from the rafters during rehearsal. She wants us to know she’s still here.”
Erik’s eyes are darting between Meg and Tianna. When he looks at me, I shake my head. It can wait until we get home. Tianna is pale and picking at her fingernails. I force myself back to the matter at hand.
“None of us in this room are the Dark Angel or Avenging Angel,” I state unequivocally. When Meg’s eyes dart to me, I give her a small smile. Tianna is staring at me with wide eyes. Erik takes her hand and puts it on his thigh, diverting her attention.
Coulson, the smart bastard noticed it all.
“Can we manage her?” Coulson asks.
I snort. “No.”
“What about communicate with her?” he pushes.
I ponder his question. “Maybe. She seems to know things. She’s finally let me keep my security up as long as I don’t put cameras under the stage or in the rafters. She appears to have the ability to be almost anywhere at any time.”
“You’re giving her too much credit. She’s in your head,” Coulson contradicts.
