Page 13 of The Facilitator: Part 3
“I know. Fuck it,” I picked up the phone and called Alex, not caring what time it was.
Mary clutched her beads and I wondered if she thought they were a rosary.
“Hey, what’s up?” Alex said sleepily.
“I’m sorry, Alex, for calling so late. I think Daniel called here,” I said.
“Yeah, Mary told me. I’ve got some investigators on the case. Addison is acting very odd, skulking around, so we assume he’s back. We’re taking all precautions here, so you’re not to worry.”
“Go and check my house when you can. He knows where the key is. Maybe keep the key with you?” I asked.
“Will do. Seriously, don’t worry. There isn’t anything he can do to us, you know that. He’s a drugged up prick, trust me, if he even attempts to get near this house or this family, he’ll be seeing fucking stars for months,” Alex said, and I wanted to chuckle but knew he was serious. I’d seen him lose his temper once.
“Okay, Addison isdemandinga conference call, know anything about that?”
“The company folded, finally. She just couldn’t keep out of it and her dad sued and lost, but I think the owners just had enough. They closed the doors. Sad, because that’s a lot of people out of work.”
Addison’s father had owned a company he stole from my father. We’d wrestled control with that company for years, decades, until I’d finally decided itwasn’t a fight I wanted anymore. I’d done well, I’d survived, and I’d risen beyond anyone’s expectations, including mine. I won. So I sold my shares and the new owner ousted Addison’s dad, who then spent the next couple of years trying to sue them. He was broke, no doubt she was broke, and I didn’t feel one ounce of pity for either of them. It was just concerning that it coincided with the return of Daniel.
“Can we reemploy them?”
“No, Mackenzie. We’re doing okay and we don’t have room to take on more people. Not at the moment.”
Alex was a more ruthless businessman than I was and I admired him for that. I was saddened by the lost employment, though. Some of those men worked for my father years ago.
“However, I have made sure they all received a rather nice severance package,” he added, and I smiled.
“Thank you, you know my connection to those guys,” I said.
“I know, which is why I stepped in with a cash offer for the premises and made sure that we used some of the fund money to help the staff,” he said.
“Okay, the building is useful, what are your thoughts?”
“Property. Dock frontage is prime. The whole area will be developed at some point so we just sit on it for a while.”
Like I said, a very astute businessman.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to sleep. Let me know if there are any developments on your end.”
“Will do, and likewise,” he said. We then disconnected our call.
I relayed the conversation to Lauren and Mary, who was still hanging on to her arm.
“I need to get down to my desk,” Lauren said. “Let me know if you hear anything more.”
She blew me a kiss and headed off to the elevator.
“Aw, she’s a keeper that one is,” Mary said, staring after her. “Anyway, can’t hang around here talking to you, I have work to do.”
I often wondered exactly what Mary did, other than keep my schedule, take my messages, arrange all my travel, and ensure I had a wardrobe of clothes for after-work meetings. I never sent mail, only email that I typed up myself. I chuckled, even if she had nothing to do, she’d be part of the team. I secretly loved her around but I’d never tell her that.
Midmorning I received a text message.
My list – 1. I want to be watched. I want you to fuck me and know someone is getting aroused by that.
A smile started to creep over my face, a wicked smile. She didn’t need to sign off, of course I knew it was Lauren, and I also remembered how turned on she’dbeen when I’d taken her to the club and made her watch a threesome.
I wouldn’t reply to the text, that wasn’t part of the game. She wasn’t to know when. She’d assume the club, of course, it was the safest place for that kind of play. I’d never put her in a sleazy position of having just any old stranger watch her.
