Page 26 of Threaded Lies

“I’m not sure.” I glance again at the word. The one Chad offered up when we were in the strip club that night like a junkie desperate for a hit just to gain some clout with me. “But it means something or Chad wouldn’t have said it to me.”

“Context?”

“He just said that’s why Rhett has carte blanche, but fuck if I can figure out what it means.”

“An anonymous LLC or something?”

“Who the hell knows, but it’s something.”

“Especially if he was offering it to you as a means to win favor.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“Huh. Interesting. Well, I’ll keep all the irons in the fire so everything stays hot and ready to ignite when you say so.”

“Perfect.” In the meantime, I’ll continue to have fun with them in my own ways.

“Have a good rest of your day, Mr. Knight.”

“You too, Bob. You too.”

I drop my cell onto the desk and swivel back to stare down the hallway. TinSpirits managers move about. But I focus on one doorway. On one office.

And on the woman I can’t see but whose kiss I can still fucking taste.

“Audrey,” I call out through the intercom.

Within seconds, my door swings open and a pair of steely eyes questions me. “Yes?”

“Has the paperwork been finished yet?”

“On the transfer of—?”

“Yes, on that.”

“It should be here by week’s end.”

“They do know I’m paying them for their expediency, right?”

“I believe you may have said that a time or two,” she says sarcastically, which earns her a dubious look. “You wouldn’t have done anything to piss off our two favorite executives, would you?”

“Why?”

“Because they went from smiling and laughing in the hallway to silently whispering agitatedly behind closed doors.”

A slow smile crawls over my lips. “My fingers might have slipped and hit some erroneous keys a bit ago. I’m sure whatever I accidentally hit will right itself in a bit. The panic will subside, no doubt.”

What do you do to two people desperate for money? Take their accounts offline? Create a glitch that zeroes out their accounts? Maybe both. No doubt Rhett and Chadwick are holed up in one of their offices freaking the fuck out.

Things will correct themselves shortly.

In the meantime, I rather enjoy knowing the chaos I’ve sown.

“Tell Miss Rothschild I need to see her.”

Audrey lifts her eyebrows but doesn’t ask the questions I can see in her eyes. “Sure. Shall I tell her what it’s in regards to?”

Why she’s changing the dress.