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“Hmm. Anyway, I will take my leave.” As the Senator stands, I feel the urge to remind him of something.

“Remember, Senator, I know your sins. I have seen them. Don’t even bother to try to come for me.” I reach for my cigar box. “If you do, I can make the world see them too, even if I’m dead.”

I wink at him just to get him a little more riled up. He turns and leaves the office. My office feels empty. The desk on the other side is covered in folders, but no Zeeta.

In my bones, I feel like something is bothering her. I will just have to wait for her to come to me. I should get Stefano, my personal tailor to come to the office to measure me for a new suit.

Looking at the time, I send a message to Stefano. Then I dial Dax to see if he’s up.

The phone rings four times. “What the fuck do want?”

“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine this early morning? What time did you get in?” I take a sip of my coffee.

“Three forty-six this morning. I had a delay in Heathrow, but I made it back home.”

I sigh. “What’s it like to have a cock that gets a ticket and hotel stay paid for?”

“Ask your mother,” He groans. “Damn sunlight.”

“So, you’re the reason she has some pep in her step. Thanks, motherfucker. Hold up that’s your job title technically. Shit.”

“What the hell do you want?”

“You coming to the gala tomorrow night? I’m getting businessman or something of the year.”

He gives a dark chuckle. “So, what you’re saying is you need me for support? Poor Rhety, want me to hold your hand or are you afraid you’re going to shit your pants and you want me to be there to change that shitty ass diaper?”

“Screw you, man. You coming, yes or no?”

“Will my egg and sperm donors be attending?”

Dax’s parents are the worst. “Not sure but screw them all.”

I hear a thump and a glass rolling. “Shit. Who the hell put a bottle there?”

“Dax?”

“Yeah, if you see me, you see me.”

“Good enough for me. Later.”

I hang up the phone. I should feel happy. I got my foot in for the bids.

However, something is bugging me, Carson was in the picture. He has been a thorn in my family’s life for years. My father hates the ground he walks on. In my bones, I feel he had something to do with Trent’s death and if that’s the case. He’s a dead man.

ZEETA

“I’m telling you, Tarek was perfect,”

Penny prattles beside me as we window shop for a dress.

I should have said something this morning at the pool. However, his plate is full, I have to do this on my own. It’s like I can’t focus on anything. Even my coffee tasted bitter this morning. I should quit and leave. Fuck Mr. C. Fuck my brother and Rhet. I should leave and start concentrating on me. That’s what I should do.

“Are you even listening to me?” Penny ask, stopping in the middle of the pavement.

“Yes.” I blink trying to get this sun out of my eyes.

“Really, okay what the guy’s name?” She puts her hand on her hip and taps her foot.

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