Page 14 of Seductive Nights

"I suppose that could be. Unless, on one of Logan's trips, he took his will down to Miami and consulted an attorney, how else would a Miami attorney have a copy of his will?"

Carley was quiet for a few moments. "Hang on," she quickly said. Margo could hear the tapping of computer keys in the background, and that pit in her stomach grew hotter. The silence dragged on, and Margo became uncomfortable. More than uncomfortable, she took a deep breath to alleviate the growing pain in her stomach.

"Carley?"

"Umm." Carley let out a long breath on the other end of the phone. "Margo, I just checked to see if you need to let your beneficiaries know of a change in a will in Florida. You don't."

That burning pit in her stomach erupted into a white-hot inferno. She stood abruptly as the inferno roared to life.

"That dirty son of a bitch. He had better not have handed over my share of anything to that slut he's been fucking."

"I'm coming to your place. I'll be there in a couple of hours."

Margo couldn't say anything. Her head spun, and she felt dizzy and nauseous. She planted her hand on the top of her desk as she tried to focus on anything in the room. Everything moved and spun. She ended up dropping her phone on the top of her desk and then bent over and retched into the wastebasket in front of her. She hadn't eaten much, so the only thing that came out was the bile in her stomach. She retched again as she dropped to her knees. Her head hung over the wastebasket, and she gripped it as if it were a lifeline.

After a few moments, she felt on the top of her desk for the tissue box. She blew her nose. Grabbing another tissue, she wiped around her mouth. Tossing that tissue after the other, she took in a slow, deep breath, grateful that the dizziness had subsided.

She heard Carley's panicked voice faintly and remembered her sister was on the phone. Getting herself to a standing position, she sat in her desk chair, and though her hand shook, she picked up her phone.

"I'm here, Carley," she managed to squeeze out.

"I'll be there in a couple of hours. Are you okay to drive home?"

"Yes."

"Get yourself home. I'll meet you there, and we'll figure out a game plan."

Margo was too depleted to say much more than "Okay."

Carley ended the call, and Margo leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She rested there for a few minutes. The ringing of the phone brought her around, and Addison's voice on the intercom interrupted her solitude.

"Margo, Jailisa from Grant Park's office is on the phone."

"Okay. Thank you."

She took a deep breath and steeled herself to take this call.

Picking up her desk phone, she tapped the blinking line. "Hello, Jailisa, how can I help you?"

"Hello, Ms. Price."

"Margo. Call me Margo."

"I do apologize. Margo. I wanted to make sure you did receive my voicemail from earlier today. Grant wants to make sure you can meet here tomorrow at noon."

"Do you know anything more than an attorney from Miami is coming in?"

"I'm sorry. I don't. His office called ours this morning. They didn't even check to see that the time worked for Grant or yourself. It was more of a demand."

"That's concerning."

Margo closed her eyes and kept her breathing even.

"Maybe. It could just be their demeanor. Some attorneys are like little pit bulls. They think the world revolves around them. You and I are spoiled. We work with Grant, who is the nicest man I know. Besides my husband, that is."

Margo smiled, but her energy was zapped. "Yes. We're spoiled, alright." She sat forward. "I'll be there tomorrow at noon. Thank you for calling back again today. I just got in a few moments ago and heard your voicemail, but had to return calls to make before yours."

Jailisa chuckled. "It doesn't matter to me, Margo. I just wanted to check once more before I leave for the day. I'll see you tomorrow at noon."

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