Page 78 of Saved By My Buyers

Saying goodbye to Danik and thanking him again, I walk out with the girls.

“What the hell just happened?” Dolly hisses as we get into the truck. “I feel like I just got the Cinderella treatment. Did he really refuse to let you pay?”

Pulling her seatbelt over herself, she looks shell shocked. That’s Danik though, from what I remember Greg telling me and my few interactions with him, he does whatever the fuck he wants.

“He did,” I grunt. “Danik works on his own scale of checks and balances. Maybe he needed something in the good column today, baby.”

Accepting that, Dolly nods as I pull into traffic. I notice how she keeps touching her hair as if in awe, and I have to admit it’s a big change.

“I bet if you were wearing gray contacts, no one would recognize you,” I say as I drive. I’m serious about keeping her safe. I want her to feel safe enough to live her life, go back to school, do whatever she wants before Gareth Davies derailed everything.

“I think I could get used to that,” she says with a nod. “I’ve been trying to study to take the GED, I just can’t get my shit together enough.”

“None of that,” Bee snaps. “You make yourself sound as if you’re choosing not to study for it. It wasn’t a feasible priority, so it took a backseat. Listen to how that sounds instead.”

Fuck yeah. Get her, Bee. Whenever I want to say something like that, it comes off too harshly in my mind, so I bite my tongue.

Dolly is quiet for a moment before she nods.

“It sounds different,” she grumbles. “It is something I want to do, so I can find a way to move on. It’s like my life has just been placed on hold.”

“Okay,” I say with a nod. Her life really has been paused for the last four years. “There are a few ways you can do this. You can study with a workbook and sit for the test, or enroll in a class for it online.”

“God, I only have a sophomore education,” she groans.

“Yeah, but you’re smart and were in advanced classes with me,” Bee counters. “I bet you know more than you think. Self study may be best.”

“I think so too,” Dolly says. “This way I can refresh the things I already know and then keep going.”

Pulling into the parking garage, I find a spot before saying, “We’ll have to walk a little on the sidewalks to get to my building, Dolly. Avoid the cameras like normal, keep your hair in your face. I know you know this already.”

“I do, but I don’t mind the reminder,” she says easily, opening the truck door.

“Let’s go change your identity then, baby girl,” I grunt, following her with Bee.

The sooner she’s completely off the grid, the better.

Chapter Fifteen

Bronwyn

Jack talks very lightly about his work, mostly because so much of it is confidential. Sometimes, I imagine that he’s some kind of superhero, though when I mentioned that once, he chuckled and said that was more his business partner's style.

Walking into his offices with Dahlia and him, I notice how normal they look. It’s almost disappointing, after knowing how he was able to change my complete identity legally. I was almost expecting computer banks that spied on people.

Lips twitching at how silly that is, I watch as he yells for his team.

“Hey guys! We’re ready if you are,” he says, turning back to us as we continue to get further into the room. There’s a large space with a giant conference table when you walk in, and then separate offices once you pass that.

“Well, at least your identification for everything will have a gorgeous headshot of you.”

Dahlia touches her hair with a soft smile and nods before frowning.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to change my eye color too?” she asks. “How are we taking photos if I don’t have the contacts?”

Jack opens his mouth to respond, but five people walk into the large room as he does.

“Contacts were actually on my to-do list, not his,” a woman with gray-blue hair says with a smile, holding them up.

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