I Told You to Be Careful (Gold Streaks Book 2) by Sylvie Nathan Page B
Authors: Sylvie Nathan
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concernedly.
“No, not really.” Lisa says, eyebrows raised, “except that the man in question is Raju Patel.”
“Hell.”
“Quite.”
Raju Patel is a local multi-millionaire businessman, known for his high-profile lifestyle, his support of the arts, and his slightly suspect dealings. No-one has ever accused him of anything underhanded, but there has always been a sense that he may have connections to a drug cartel or some other illegal system as a secondary means of income. Standing against him if he wants to sue someone is daunting.
“Anything else you know about the case?”
“Nothing much yet.” Lisa replies. “It seems pretty straightforward to me. There's no evidence that the factory sold the car that way...if there was a problem with assembly, I would imagine more than one car would have malfunctioned the same way.”
“That sounds reasonable” Titus nods.
The two of them sit in silence for a few moments, thinking through the details of the case, then
“I suppose I'd better get back to my office.” Titus sighs, and stands; knees creaking. “Got a case on hand at the moment, but not as fancy as yours.” He smiles.
“I'll let you get back to it, then.” Lisa grins. “Thanks, T; for listening.”
“Of course.”
After he has left, Lisa sits for a moment, thinking. Cars being mis-assembled certainly happens, but it usually happens to more than one car. Businessmen who stand to inherit from their relatives and somehow foreshorten their lives also happen. But so does sabotage, accident...dozens of other things. Until she has more information, and has met with the client and discussed their side of the case, she cannot make up her mind either way.
Lisa sighs, turns back to her computer, to look for newspaper articles, reports, archives...anything she can find about the case. She will have to schedule a meeting with the client soon. But first, she has a commitment to attend, tomorrow evening. The celebratory gala for the new vein being dug. She smiles.
Chapter 3
“How was work?”
Sue asks it, lazily. She and Lisa are sitting in the kitchen again, a bottle of red wine open and salmon steaks steaming gently on the plates between them. The kitchen is darkened; the lights low and a candle burning between them on the table. The gilded light casts soft shadows on Sue's silk-soft skin; offsets Lisa's warm hair.
“Good.” Lisa murmurs. “Yours?”
“Good. Tiring.” Sue stretches, easing the knots of tension in her back. “I'm quite worn out.”
Lisa grins. “I'm sure.”
“Any interesting cases?”
“Yes.” Lisa nods. “A client called in today. New case. Brinkman Car Assembly.”
Sue sits up. Blinks “L! That's wonderful! That's a huge company.”
Lisa smiles, looks down, modestly. “I know.” Her voice is warm.
“Well, that calls for celebration.” Sue gets up, goes to the cabinet to find champagne flutes.
Lisa grins. “I'm glad you're celebrating! I'm more dreading the work ahead.”
“Don't be so depressing.” Sue admonishes, the smile taking all force from the words. “I know you, you have enough energy for five people.”
Lisa grins. “Not if one of those five happens to be you.”
Sue laughs. “Perhaps.”
She finds a bottle of sparkling wine; brings it to the table with the glasses.
“Cheers?” Sue asks.
“Cheers.” Lisa nods. They drink.
The candlelight is warm; casting soft shadows on Sue's skin. Lisa smiles at her; desire warming the red-brown of her eyes. The look is warm, intoxicating; making the blood run and the heart pulse harder.
Sue moves a hand across the table; lets it rest on Lisa's. She turns her fingers; loops them around Sue's.
They sit for a moment, silent. Sue's head rests on Lisa's shoulder. Lisa kisses her hair. Moves her hand to stroke the soft roundness of her shoulder; kneading gently.
Sue moans a little; presses
“No, not really.” Lisa says, eyebrows raised, “except that the man in question is Raju Patel.”
“Hell.”
“Quite.”
Raju Patel is a local multi-millionaire businessman, known for his high-profile lifestyle, his support of the arts, and his slightly suspect dealings. No-one has ever accused him of anything underhanded, but there has always been a sense that he may have connections to a drug cartel or some other illegal system as a secondary means of income. Standing against him if he wants to sue someone is daunting.
“Anything else you know about the case?”
“Nothing much yet.” Lisa replies. “It seems pretty straightforward to me. There's no evidence that the factory sold the car that way...if there was a problem with assembly, I would imagine more than one car would have malfunctioned the same way.”
“That sounds reasonable” Titus nods.
The two of them sit in silence for a few moments, thinking through the details of the case, then
“I suppose I'd better get back to my office.” Titus sighs, and stands; knees creaking. “Got a case on hand at the moment, but not as fancy as yours.” He smiles.
“I'll let you get back to it, then.” Lisa grins. “Thanks, T; for listening.”
“Of course.”
After he has left, Lisa sits for a moment, thinking. Cars being mis-assembled certainly happens, but it usually happens to more than one car. Businessmen who stand to inherit from their relatives and somehow foreshorten their lives also happen. But so does sabotage, accident...dozens of other things. Until she has more information, and has met with the client and discussed their side of the case, she cannot make up her mind either way.
Lisa sighs, turns back to her computer, to look for newspaper articles, reports, archives...anything she can find about the case. She will have to schedule a meeting with the client soon. But first, she has a commitment to attend, tomorrow evening. The celebratory gala for the new vein being dug. She smiles.
Chapter 3
“How was work?”
Sue asks it, lazily. She and Lisa are sitting in the kitchen again, a bottle of red wine open and salmon steaks steaming gently on the plates between them. The kitchen is darkened; the lights low and a candle burning between them on the table. The gilded light casts soft shadows on Sue's silk-soft skin; offsets Lisa's warm hair.
“Good.” Lisa murmurs. “Yours?”
“Good. Tiring.” Sue stretches, easing the knots of tension in her back. “I'm quite worn out.”
Lisa grins. “I'm sure.”
“Any interesting cases?”
“Yes.” Lisa nods. “A client called in today. New case. Brinkman Car Assembly.”
Sue sits up. Blinks “L! That's wonderful! That's a huge company.”
Lisa smiles, looks down, modestly. “I know.” Her voice is warm.
“Well, that calls for celebration.” Sue gets up, goes to the cabinet to find champagne flutes.
Lisa grins. “I'm glad you're celebrating! I'm more dreading the work ahead.”
“Don't be so depressing.” Sue admonishes, the smile taking all force from the words. “I know you, you have enough energy for five people.”
Lisa grins. “Not if one of those five happens to be you.”
Sue laughs. “Perhaps.”
She finds a bottle of sparkling wine; brings it to the table with the glasses.
“Cheers?” Sue asks.
“Cheers.” Lisa nods. They drink.
The candlelight is warm; casting soft shadows on Sue's skin. Lisa smiles at her; desire warming the red-brown of her eyes. The look is warm, intoxicating; making the blood run and the heart pulse harder.
Sue moves a hand across the table; lets it rest on Lisa's. She turns her fingers; loops them around Sue's.
They sit for a moment, silent. Sue's head rests on Lisa's shoulder. Lisa kisses her hair. Moves her hand to stroke the soft roundness of her shoulder; kneading gently.
Sue moans a little; presses
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