slouched. Better to observe the dynamics of power from Oliviaâs usual position. Window dressing.
âDonât tell me Iâm late.â The whiskey-strong voice was as smooth as ever.
âAlmost an hour,â said one of the men meekly, earning a hard look from the others.
âYouâre not on the board,â John said shortly.
He was the board, I knew, eyes racing over every face.
The Tulpa smiled, unperturbed. âXavier never seemed to mind. He rather appreciated my advice. Benefited from it too.â
âXavierâs dead.â
âSo severe, John.â The Tulpa rolled up to the opposite end of the table, one corner of his mouth lifting so a dimple flashed. âYou should be more sensitive. His grieving daughter is sitting right here.â
Silence rang, and I pretended to startle awake. âSorry. Are we done?â I ran a hand through my hair, but paused halfway through a stretch. âWho are you?â
The Tulpa inclined his head. âI was your fatherâs consultant in all matters of business. We met at his wake, remember?â
Clearly. Heâd been at Xavierâs bedside, keeping vigil with the corpse. Seeing if there was any lingering soul energy he could suck out and use as personal power .
âThat day is a bitâ¦fuzzy,â I said lightly, looking down at my hands.
âUnderstandable.â His voice smoothed out even further. Backing up, he pushed a couple of finger levers and headed my way. âMind if I sit to your right?â
Iâd rather pull my own tooth. Fortunately, John minded as well.
âThis meeting is for board members only.â
âXavier never minded as long as I helped make him money.â The Tulpaâs pale face took on a new shape, almost menacing, as his brow quirked up. âIf I recall correctly, neither did the rest of you.â
âWell, Iâm the senior board member now.â John sniffed. The others looked back to the Tulpa, like it was his volley.
I tilted my head. Wasnât I the senior board member?
The Tulpa rose from his chair slowly but steadily, catching the eye of each board member, who gazed back as if mesmerized.
âMaybe,â he said in a liquid whisper, âwe should vote on the matter.â
And like machines, everyone lifted their pens. I felt a pull too, and looked down, horrified to find the hand previously gripping Warrenâs phone snaking toward my gold pen. It wasnât done as quickly as the others, but the impulsewas still there. Shit. I looked up to find the same confusion marring some of the menâs faces, while others had hands already poised over their pads as if waiting for dictation. I followed suit and pretended to wait as well. It wouldnât do if Olivia Archer were seen as strong-willed. The Tulpa found anyone in control of their own mind an irresistible challenge.
âI love democracy,â I quipped, though it might have been overkill. The Tulpaâs gaze left Johnâs, who I saw slump out from the corner of my eye, and locked onto mine.
âThen you, as the controlling partner and figurehead of Archer enterprisesânot to mention the only lady in the roomâshould vote first.â
Heads swiveled my way. They should form a synchronized swim team, I thought, though even my dry humor fell away when I saw the blankness shellacking their gazes. I felt that pull again, the Tulpa willing me to press my pen to the page, and let my gaze gloss over as well. I didnât know why I had partial resistance to thisâperhaps because he was my father?âbut I wasnât complaining. And yet, I hesitated. âBut, sir. I donât even know your name.â
It was a sore spot, not one I could afford to push even were I still an agent, but I couldnât help it. The Tulpa didnât, and would never, have a name. So even though the words were delivered with the sweetness of pure cane sugar, I knew they stung. Leaning
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