Laina Turner - Presley Thurman 09 - Romance & Revenge by Laina Turner Page A
Authors: Laina Turner
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Chicago
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gig, testing the companies on both ends. I bet he could help me or at least point me in the right direction.
I scrolled through the contacts on my phone. I was pretty sure I had his number somewhere. Ah! There it was. I pressed send and waited for him to answer, hoping it wasn’t too early.
“Jim? It’s Presley Thurman. It’s been a long time,” I said when he answered.
We got the catching up out of the way and then I told him what I needed help with. He said it sounded like a fun afternoon activity and he would see what he could do in terms of accessing the server at Sleeping Bear. At least if he could access them, and according to him accessing them wasn’t the issue, it was how difficult it was. He could give me an idea of the skill level needed which might help point me in the right direction. At least that’s how I understood what he said.
Jared padded into the kitchen where I was sitting with my phone and my laptop, and grabbed some coffee and sat down. “What are you hard at work at already this morning?”
“Sleeping Bear and thinking maybe someone did access your files from the outside.”
“You really think someone stole our ideas that way? That sounds like a lot of effort.”
“Honestly, no. It does seem extreme, but it’s worth checking out. Everyone seems convinced it can’t be anyone inside the company. So we need to look at all options. Since it happened, someone out there is responsible. A guy I used to work with, Jim, is willing to do me a favor to see what he can find out. He is an IT guy at my old company so it can’t hurt. While Jim is working on that, I need to finish my blog and then I would like to talk to Becky’s neighbor again.”
“Why?”
“See if she ever saw Glenda at Becky’s apartment or if she knows anyone who Becky was friends with who is diabetic.”
I looked at the clock over the stove. I had about two hours before the bi-weekly posting deadline for my food blog. I was cutting it close but no more than usual. I had everything together; all that was left was to finish writing the actual post and submit it. I needed to start on this now because sometimes I was quick and it easily came together and sometimes it took me forever. I kept telling myself to stop waiting until the last minute, and two hours to go was pretty much like last minute.
This one was on party snacks. What to do on a low budget that looked high end. I was normally a cheese ball and crackers kind of gal, so I had a lot of fun researching this one. Talking to friends of mine who had better culinary skills than I did and of course finding ideas on Pinterest, which could suck me in for hours. I loved looking at stuff on there. Last weekend Jared and I had enjoyed making a few of the snack items to photograph and luckily after several attempt we got some good shots. More thanks to Jared than me. I wasn’t much better at photography than I was at cooking.
I was staring at my screen contemplating the order of the pictures when Katy walked in, grabbed her morning cup of brew and sat on a barstool next to Jared, who had been patiently waiting for me to finish closing my laptop. I pushed it to the side, so as not to spill coffee on it, and looked at them both.
“What’s on your agenda today?” I asked.
“I want to stay here in my pajamas and be depressed, while waiting for your friend Jim to call back,” Jared said, taking a swig of coffee.
I rolled my eyes and looked at Katy. “Let’s ignore depressing Donna over there. What would you like to do?”
“I wouldn’t mind playing tourist if you’re up to it,” she said. “Sears Tower, Navy Pier, that sort of thing. Take pictures, be annoying. That sort of thing.”
“That’s much better than sitting here being depressed,” I said pointedly to Jared. “Let’s get ready. We can do that on our way to Becky’s.”
“You want to go there again?” Katy asked.
“Yeah,” I said and filled her in on my plan.
“You guys go have fun. I
I scrolled through the contacts on my phone. I was pretty sure I had his number somewhere. Ah! There it was. I pressed send and waited for him to answer, hoping it wasn’t too early.
“Jim? It’s Presley Thurman. It’s been a long time,” I said when he answered.
We got the catching up out of the way and then I told him what I needed help with. He said it sounded like a fun afternoon activity and he would see what he could do in terms of accessing the server at Sleeping Bear. At least if he could access them, and according to him accessing them wasn’t the issue, it was how difficult it was. He could give me an idea of the skill level needed which might help point me in the right direction. At least that’s how I understood what he said.
Jared padded into the kitchen where I was sitting with my phone and my laptop, and grabbed some coffee and sat down. “What are you hard at work at already this morning?”
“Sleeping Bear and thinking maybe someone did access your files from the outside.”
“You really think someone stole our ideas that way? That sounds like a lot of effort.”
“Honestly, no. It does seem extreme, but it’s worth checking out. Everyone seems convinced it can’t be anyone inside the company. So we need to look at all options. Since it happened, someone out there is responsible. A guy I used to work with, Jim, is willing to do me a favor to see what he can find out. He is an IT guy at my old company so it can’t hurt. While Jim is working on that, I need to finish my blog and then I would like to talk to Becky’s neighbor again.”
“Why?”
“See if she ever saw Glenda at Becky’s apartment or if she knows anyone who Becky was friends with who is diabetic.”
I looked at the clock over the stove. I had about two hours before the bi-weekly posting deadline for my food blog. I was cutting it close but no more than usual. I had everything together; all that was left was to finish writing the actual post and submit it. I needed to start on this now because sometimes I was quick and it easily came together and sometimes it took me forever. I kept telling myself to stop waiting until the last minute, and two hours to go was pretty much like last minute.
This one was on party snacks. What to do on a low budget that looked high end. I was normally a cheese ball and crackers kind of gal, so I had a lot of fun researching this one. Talking to friends of mine who had better culinary skills than I did and of course finding ideas on Pinterest, which could suck me in for hours. I loved looking at stuff on there. Last weekend Jared and I had enjoyed making a few of the snack items to photograph and luckily after several attempt we got some good shots. More thanks to Jared than me. I wasn’t much better at photography than I was at cooking.
I was staring at my screen contemplating the order of the pictures when Katy walked in, grabbed her morning cup of brew and sat on a barstool next to Jared, who had been patiently waiting for me to finish closing my laptop. I pushed it to the side, so as not to spill coffee on it, and looked at them both.
“What’s on your agenda today?” I asked.
“I want to stay here in my pajamas and be depressed, while waiting for your friend Jim to call back,” Jared said, taking a swig of coffee.
I rolled my eyes and looked at Katy. “Let’s ignore depressing Donna over there. What would you like to do?”
“I wouldn’t mind playing tourist if you’re up to it,” she said. “Sears Tower, Navy Pier, that sort of thing. Take pictures, be annoying. That sort of thing.”
“That’s much better than sitting here being depressed,” I said pointedly to Jared. “Let’s get ready. We can do that on our way to Becky’s.”
“You want to go there again?” Katy asked.
“Yeah,” I said and filled her in on my plan.
“You guys go have fun. I
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