Page 51 of Mending Fences
“You are missing the one for my children’s-hospital support activities for kids dealing with cancer. It routes through the hospital.” She typed it in.
Colin rapidly typed on his keyboard. “Hmm, this one will get me into HIPAA-compliance issues as well as dealing with minors. And there are some lines I won’t cross. How about you tell me the second anything odd comes through.”
“Sure.”
“Okay, sorry again for this. But with the trial, I think the media will mostly ignore the protest. As for the fangirls, they are too busy trying to figure out Daniel’s dating tour of New York, so with any luck, nothing will happen this time.” The screen went blank.
Mr. Alexander stood. “Ladies, let me check the cameras, and then I’ll leave you to yourselves.”
Mandy turned to Candace. “Do you know what stinks? Now I need two new pieces for my show. With the ones on the poster all over TV, I can’t say they are still unpublished.”
Daniel checked his phone as the plane bounced through the landing and began to taxi. It would be nearly ten by the time he got back to the apartment. Not for the first time that day, he was glad he had no social engagements for the evening. Daniel’s stomach growled. He hadn’t taken a moment to stop and eat something substantial all day. He might have been better off if he had chosen one of the more expensive options for the charter that included food. But his father had installed a few too many of his miserly ways in Daniel. He really should have found a commercial flight to save him money considering how, in the end, he saved no time. And to think he had been trying to save on the apartment.
Once they were on their way to the apartment, he sat back in the limo he’d booked with the charter. What would the driver say if he asked him to drive through the Golden Arches? Daniel decided to order takeout and have it delivered to the lobby. He made a quick call to the doorman and placed his order online.
His phone beeped. Colin.
You know you are an idiot for not contacting her earlier, right?Nothing like having a best friend who was blunt.
Pretty much. I wish I could explain the dates.
You will be glad to know there have been no threats this time.
Daniel sighed in relief. Usually the threats came immediately. Four quiet hours had passed. Hopefully nothing would happen.Do you think she is out of danger?
Not sure. Keeping Hastings on it. BTW,Bonnie is TICKED.
I can only imagine.
I doubt it. I am rather annoyed with you too.
Colin and everyone else he knew.Join the club.
Aren’t you going to fight for her?
How?
Figure that one out yourself.
Daniel leaned his head back. He didn’t have a single clue. He dialed Mandy’s new number. Voicemail. He tried again. On the third time, he left a message. “There is probably nothing I can say that will make you call me back or listen. Please, not good-bye, not yet.”
The takeout bags were still warm. He gave the doorman an extra tip.
Daniel stepped into the apartment, then stepped back out to check the number on the door. Somehow the decorator had gotten things right. Warm colors, comfortable looking chairs, and clean lines.
At least one thing had gone right today.
