Page 133 of Time Stops With You

Bewildered, I open the envelope and several documents slide out.

“They’re all names and contacts,” I mumble.

“What was that?” Roger asks.

“Nothing.” I scale my finger down the page.Bass, Stravinsky and Coth Law Firm? Neurodivergent Foundation. December Reading Publishers?

I faintly remember that Cullen’s book was published with that company.

There’s also Richard Sullivan the Second’s personal phone number. Is that real? I run my nail over the numbers. The only way to check would be to test it.

The very thought is ludicrous.

Me? Call Richard Sullivan? Someone like me wouldneverget this phone number in a million years.

Why is Cullen giving this to me now?

My heart starts beating fast.

The uneasy feeling gets stronger.

I call Cullen.

It goes straight to voicemail.

I shuffle through the other items. They’re three credit cards. And contracts. I skim the contents of the contracts and my entire body goes cold. I’m no lawyer but I know a share transfer agreement when I see one. Cullen is trying to hand over Cullen Tech.

Alarmed, I thumb through the other pages and, at the very bottom, is a marriage license.

The groom’s side is already filled out.

Only my information is empty.

The documents crumple in my sweaty fists. “Roger, I need you to get me back to Cullen Tech as fast as you can.”

“Yes ma’am.”

My phone rings as the world outside blurs.

It’s Cullen.

I slam my thumb so hard against the ‘answer’ icon that my joint almost snaps in half. “Cullen, what the hell is this?”

He sounds amused. “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m not at the office.”

I frown. How did he know I was heading to the office? “That didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m on a business trip. I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”

“When did you leave?”

“Early this morning. Why? Do you miss me?”

“Screw off.”

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