We have all
the pictures we need. We took these ourselves.” Jeffery frowned. “And a
statement. You might want to have one as well. It would expedite things if you
did.”
“All right, I can do that. But how did
you get pictures? I’ve never…I don’t believe there were any photos taken at the
clinic where I was first treated. Unless, of course, you mean her pictures. I
can assure you that all her wounds are nothing compared to the ones—”
“Her? There was a woman involved? Hang
on.” He seemed to be gone forever, and when he came back, he was laughing. “I’m
sorry to inform you, Mr. Benetton, this has nothing to do with Mrs. Henson.
This is a complaint filed by one Harris Benetton. I believe he’s your brother
as well as your one time enforcer. He said you tried to kill him this morning
when he was in your office.” The laughter is what snapped his temper. The man
had no right to—Jeffery had to get this straightened out immediately. This was ridiculous.
“Let me talk to him,” he snapped at the
man. “I’ll talk some sense into him, and this will be over. Of all the
stupid…where is he? I want to speak to the moron. He can’t file a complaint
against his own alpha. Put him on the line.” Laughter again, then the man had
the nerve to have a sharp edge to his voice.
“I’m sorry, but I won’t do that. I could
really, we don’t want to have this sort of thing putting the courts further
behind, but after the abuse two of my employees had to suffer at your verbal
attack this morning, I’m going to agree to this one. No reason for you to get
by with too much, and frankly, I don’t like you very much. You, sir, are a
horrible man and should be put down.”
For the third time already that day, he
was hung up on.
~~~
Blair hung up his phone as gently as he
could. He’d already broken one this morning, and if he threw this one across
the room, Justine said she would quit. He didn’t want her to do that, so he was
trying his best to behave himself.
“No one at the house is answering the
phone,” Justine said. “I’ve called three times in the past hour. They don’t
even have voicemail set up or an answering machine.” Justine eyed the phone as
she continued. “Do you have any other number we can call?”
He didn’t, not even a cell phone number.
“I’ve got someone looking into seeing if she has a contract with anyone, but no
luck so far. I tried the number that Bruce gave me as well, and she’s not
answering it, either.”
“I know you think you didn’t do anything
wrong, but think. What did you say or do that has her running again? Because
this is just what she’s doing, running from you.” He leaned back in his chair
as he thought of what had happened yesterday and could now see he had fucked
up. Again.
“I told her she was moving in with me,
and she objected. Loudly.” He looked at Justine when she laughed. “I can’t
control her. She won’t let me.”
“Well, of course you can’t, and why
would you want to? My god, Blair, she’s a grown woman. Why do you think she
needs controlling?” He didn’t want to have to explain again how he couldn’t protect
her if she wasn’t near him when Justine latched onto it anyway. “You think
she’s not going to be able to protect herself against Jeffery? Or you for that
matter? The woman is an alpha. You said so yourself. What the hell were you
thinking of doing, keeping her on a leash for the rest of her life so you could
jerk her back if she strayed too far away from big, bad Blair Henson?”
“You make me sound like a Neanderthal.
I’m more evolved than that.” She snorted. “I have run a very successful business
for a number of years. I’m not stupid, you know.”
“Then act like it.” She stood up. “Has
your father spoken to you yet? I’ve been trying to reach him, too, since he
stormed out of here yesterday. I think he’s pissed at you too.”
He was. His dad had been thrilled to
death when he’d come
the pictures we need. We took these ourselves.” Jeffery frowned. “And a
statement. You might want to have one as well. It would expedite things if you
did.”
“All right, I can do that. But how did
you get pictures? I’ve never…I don’t believe there were any photos taken at the
clinic where I was first treated. Unless, of course, you mean her pictures. I
can assure you that all her wounds are nothing compared to the ones—”
“Her? There was a woman involved? Hang
on.” He seemed to be gone forever, and when he came back, he was laughing. “I’m
sorry to inform you, Mr. Benetton, this has nothing to do with Mrs. Henson.
This is a complaint filed by one Harris Benetton. I believe he’s your brother
as well as your one time enforcer. He said you tried to kill him this morning
when he was in your office.” The laughter is what snapped his temper. The man
had no right to—Jeffery had to get this straightened out immediately. This was ridiculous.
“Let me talk to him,” he snapped at the
man. “I’ll talk some sense into him, and this will be over. Of all the
stupid…where is he? I want to speak to the moron. He can’t file a complaint
against his own alpha. Put him on the line.” Laughter again, then the man had
the nerve to have a sharp edge to his voice.
“I’m sorry, but I won’t do that. I could
really, we don’t want to have this sort of thing putting the courts further
behind, but after the abuse two of my employees had to suffer at your verbal
attack this morning, I’m going to agree to this one. No reason for you to get
by with too much, and frankly, I don’t like you very much. You, sir, are a
horrible man and should be put down.”
For the third time already that day, he
was hung up on.
~~~
Blair hung up his phone as gently as he
could. He’d already broken one this morning, and if he threw this one across
the room, Justine said she would quit. He didn’t want her to do that, so he was
trying his best to behave himself.
“No one at the house is answering the
phone,” Justine said. “I’ve called three times in the past hour. They don’t
even have voicemail set up or an answering machine.” Justine eyed the phone as
she continued. “Do you have any other number we can call?”
He didn’t, not even a cell phone number.
“I’ve got someone looking into seeing if she has a contract with anyone, but no
luck so far. I tried the number that Bruce gave me as well, and she’s not
answering it, either.”
“I know you think you didn’t do anything
wrong, but think. What did you say or do that has her running again? Because
this is just what she’s doing, running from you.” He leaned back in his chair
as he thought of what had happened yesterday and could now see he had fucked
up. Again.
“I told her she was moving in with me,
and she objected. Loudly.” He looked at Justine when she laughed. “I can’t
control her. She won’t let me.”
“Well, of course you can’t, and why
would you want to? My god, Blair, she’s a grown woman. Why do you think she
needs controlling?” He didn’t want to have to explain again how he couldn’t protect
her if she wasn’t near him when Justine latched onto it anyway. “You think
she’s not going to be able to protect herself against Jeffery? Or you for that
matter? The woman is an alpha. You said so yourself. What the hell were you
thinking of doing, keeping her on a leash for the rest of her life so you could
jerk her back if she strayed too far away from big, bad Blair Henson?”
“You make me sound like a Neanderthal.
I’m more evolved than that.” She snorted. “I have run a very successful business
for a number of years. I’m not stupid, you know.”
“Then act like it.” She stood up. “Has
your father spoken to you yet? I’ve been trying to reach him, too, since he
stormed out of here yesterday. I think he’s pissed at you too.”
He was. His dad had been thrilled to
death when he’d come
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