No, she was most definitely not broken. The color bleached from her face. Cost me money to find you. I just want to see her. Frank considered her for a few seconds. However, if he dangled seeing her sister in front of her like some kind of carrot reward, he could manipulate the situation to his liking. He picked up his iPhone from his desk. Wants the full treatment. She flinched again, but this time Frank hid his grin.
Whatever it takes
No use pissing her off. She was going to need all her energy and stamina for tomorrow. He glanced at the wall clock behind her head. You need to look your best for this client. Shooting him a withering look, she stomped to the bar, poured him a drink, came back, and slammed the glass onto his desk. Frank grabbed her wrist, squeezed tight. When you return from your overnighter, perhaps we should explore that line. Fear leaped into her eyes, and Frank let her go.
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She knew full well the words were not a mere warning. She would pay for her attitude with blood and tears. He leaned back in his chair and took a swallow of the finest, most expensive brandy a man could get.
Frank took another sip of his brandy and then grimaced. Agony seized his throat, as if gripped in a vise. He dropped the drink and grabbed his neck. What was wrong? He was smothering. Pressure built in his chest. His entire body stiffened with fear… Adrenaline shot through his veins as he gasped and heaved, desperate for air he could not release.
He looked up at the woman standing a few feet from him. Had she done this to him? Poisoned him? Her eyes were wide with surprise…but did they gleam with triumph, too? Frank tried to speak…to beg her to call for help. He reached for her, and she jumped out of his way.
His face slammed onto his desk. He lay there, helpless and in agony, while air rattled in his body, looking for escape. Less than a minute later, he made one long last wheezing effort while the sound of mocking, sultry, female laughter followed him into death. Slept all night long. I slept-ed all night long, too. There was no artifice, no hiding. Talking to them after a day of negotiating, dealing with fake smiles and hidden agendas was as refreshing as diving into a pool of cool water on a hot Texas day. This was the reason he continued despite all the worries and problems he had taken on.
Seems like everything is settling into place…finally getting back to normal. Phone calls? That was a relief.
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No doubt there were still plenty of people who would love to see the Slaters completely decimated. Eli closed his laptop, now ready to start his day.
A few minutes spent with his daughters were better than any vitamin ever created. The girls were just babies, much too young to comprehend. They still believed they lived in a safe, sane world. His daughters had no idea that it was all a lie—a lie he would willingly tell for as long as he could get away with it. He had learned that hell the hard way. In one seemingly endless nightmare, his life had imploded. Eli had believed, as he was meant to, that she had taken her own life.
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Mixing booze and drugs was always a bad idea. Then the clouds had gathered above them, the storm had settled in, and the shit had come down in torrents. Mathias, his father, was dead. And after an excruciatingly long and painful trial, his brother Adam was in prison, where the bastard would spend the rest of his miserable life. Eli had worked like a demon to repair the damage the two had created. He had bartered, badgered, apologized, and pleaded, then scrubbed and scoured, doing everything he could to erase what Mathias had spent a lifetime creating.
Businesses had been sold, stocks and bonds liquidated and contracts demolished. Eli had succeeded. Perhaps by the time his daughters were grown, being a Slater would be something to be proud of again. His mother and sister were in France, as far away from this mess as he could get them. And Jonah, his youngest brother, understandably bitter, was on a personal mission of vengeance. Eli worried for him but understood. This is great. New Zealand Herald. Subscribe to Premium. Sign In Register. On the go and no time to finish that story right now? Your News is the place for you to save content to read later from any device.
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