Page 47 of The Attraction File

It wasn’t about some low life from our past anymore; this was something that could get us killed.

“Hello, Mr. Mimir.”

I turned my head to see Grace standing there with a coffee in her hand. Her large dark eyes bouncing between me and Mr. Marks.

“Hi, Grace. I didn’t know you drank coffee. Thought you were a tea gal.” I grinned at her and eased back. My mind was working double time with everything I needed to do to warn people and protect them, but I didn’t want Grace to believe anything was wrong.

“I thought Mr. Payne might like some. The coffee pot is broken in the office and I know Ms. Drake is busy doing other things, so I thought I would lend a hand.”

Henrik wouldn’t like that. Poor Grace. She really had her heart set on him. When he found out Grace was playing around on his phone in his office a few weeks ago, he threw it away and got a new one. He was sure she uploaded some spy app that filmed him.

I tried to explain that there was no such thing available to the public, but he refused to listen.

“How nice of you, Grace. Tell him that you made it just for him. I think he likes the extra attention.” I added a wink at the end.

She blushed because they all do. Well, all but Evaleen.

She nodded slowly and her eyes sparkled. “Good idea, Mr. Mimir. Bye.” She walked away, carefully cradling the cup.

“Who was that?” Mr. Marks asked just before popping the last crouton into his mouth.

“Oh, just the receptionist at the company. She has a slightly unhealthy crush on Henrik.”

His eyes widened. “The Goof? I guess it’s his sense of humor. Ladies do love a man with a sense of humor.”

He hadn’t seen Henrik since we graduated Northwestern. I was closer to Mr. Marks and Kingston than Henrik was.

“Yeah. Actually, Henrik has changed a bit since then.”

He nodded, picking at the bits left over in his salad with his fingers.

My phone buzzed and I lifted it from the table to see who it was. A text from Evaleen.

Urgent. Need to speak to you IMMEDIATELY.

My heart dropped to the floor as I feared what she wanted. Had Damien tried to go after Evaleen or her mom? Maybe the cops contacted her and they found Ashton’s body.

A million terrifying thoughts took over my brain as I scooted out of the booth. “Hey, Mr. Marks—”

“I told you so many times, Edgar, it’s Bob. Just call me Bob.”

“Maybe another time, but I have to get back to work. An emergency. Thanks for the update.”

“Safe travels and remember what I said.” He waved and I nodded to let him know I did very much remember every word he told me.

Once I got off the elevator on the twenty-eighth floor, I raced to Evaleen’s office. She was hunched over her desk with her head in her hands.

She was crying.

I pushed open her door and stumbled into her office. “What happened?” I rushed out, my words marred by my panting.

Evaleen raised her head. Her mouth wide in a smile and eyes wrinkled with happiness. She wasn’t crying, she was laughing.

“Oh, Edgar, there you are. I was looking everywhere for you.”

“Okay, I’m here now. What was so urgent?”

She held up a finger and reached into her desk. Pulling out a large three-ring binder she flipped it open.

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