Page 121 of Rhet

A long silence fills the room. I look back at Julian. “What?”

“Who the hell are you and what did you do with my boss.”

I smirk, not bothering to answer.

“You’re not in the mood to work. Are you feeling well? Should I consult your doctor?” Julian sounds sincerely concerned.

“Stop being a concerned pussy. Is this what fatherhood has done to you? Your balls are backed up in your spine,” I reply.

Julian sighs. “Thank God. I was worried.”

“I’m still a cunt. I haven’t changed. I’m still here, don’t worry.” I chuckle.

“What’s bothering you?”

“I don’t know, I’m dealing with a lot yet feel perfect. Too perfect.” I pull my chair and sit.

“You’re waiting for the ball to drop.”

“Practically. I can feel it, something bad is coming.” I open my cigar box taking out my cutter and lighter.

“Are you paranoid?” Julian asks.

I rub my chest and feel the heat.

“The night Trent died, my heart felt warm and heavy, and I ignored it. Now that feeling is back.”

Julian rubs his lips as he considers my statement.

“What’s really bothering you?”

I inhale the cigar smoke, rolling the taste in my mouth. “Anything on Zeeta yet?” I question.

My tummy turns, expecting bad news to come my way.

“Nothing yet.” Julian replies.

I nod, feeling relief. I have nothing to worry about at this moment.

“Carson is taking part in the bids. I can’t let him win of course. If he does, it’s like he’s taking away Trent’s dream from me.”

“I will find out more about him, as it relates to the bids. I will send you the information before the day is out.”

I shake my head. “Not tonight. Don’t forget, the gala is tonight.”

“Are you going to tell her though?” Julian asks.

“Tell who what?” I puff two rings of smoke into the air.

I don’t want this discussion right now, but there’s no stopping Wang. When Julian gets something in his head he’s a pit-bull with it. It’s a gift and a curse.

“Okay, well for your information. Her new boy toy will be there tonight,” Julian says as he crosses his legs at the knees and leans back in the chair.

“That’s great to know,” I mumble, trying to be unaffected by the Playboy blow up toy she calls a boyfriend. I just want to shoot him in the knees and make him crumble. I don’t want him dead, just differently abled.

“I hope she wears something sexy tonight,” Julian laughs. “She may collect more numbers than you.”

“I don’t care whose number she gets.” I’m lying of course, I’m tensing my legs so hard that I will have a near perfect ass after this discussion.

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