Prologue
Vee
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The ending of INTERCEPTED
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I continued riding the elevator down to the garage. Once I was on my way, I called Jen. She answered on the first ring.
“Hi,” I said, “are you at Maker’s Mark?”
“I am. Do you need anything?”
“I was checking to see if you needed me. I’m on my way, but I’m going to stop by my dad’s office before going to mine.”
“You have emails you probably want to see before the executive meeting,” she said. “Oh, and Mr. Darin Marsh called for you about five minutes ago. I told him you weren’t in yet.”
“Uncle Darin? I wonder what he wanted.”
“He didn’t say.”
“I’ll give him a call, and I’ll be in after I talk with Dad.”
“Sounds good,” Jen said.
I disconnected the line and spoke to my car. “Make phone call. Call Uncle Darin.”
“Calling Uncle Darin,” the car replied.
His line rang and rang. After the fourth or fifth ring, the call went to his voicemail. I spoke. “Uncle Darin, Jen said you called. I should be to Maker’s Mark in fifteen minutes or less.”
My GPS routed me through city streets, avoiding the major interstates. I spent the rest of the drive rehearsing how I would tell Dad my news. I was wrestling with blurting it out or easing into it. By the time I walked into Maker’s Mark, I was pretty sure blurting was what would happen.
“Ms. Hubbard,” Tricia, one of the front receptionists, said.
“Good morning, Tricia.”
“Maeve, you’re wanted in Mr. Hubbard’s office.”
I stood straighter. “I was planning on going there.”
“They’re waiting for you.”
My forehead furrowed. “Who is?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know for sure.”
“Okay, I’m on my way.”
My heart thumped in my chest as I made my way to the complex of executive offices. All I could think of was that whoever was waiting wanted to confront me about me and Fin.
Who knows?
Did Lip or Leigh let it slip?
Why were they making a big deal out of this?
