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“It’s been quiet.” Axel is the head of my security, and we meet once a week in my office, so he can update me on any concerns. “I know you want two guys here twenty-four seven, but I don’t see a need for it anymore.”
“Have you heard that there is nothing to worry about?”
Axel shifts on his feet and sighs. “No.”
“Then they stay. When that’s resolved, we’ll cut it down to one on duty at a time. We have the whole ranch covered with cameras, but in the meantime, I want two.”
“Yes, sir,” Axel replies.
“I’m glad that things have been quiet around here. I’ll have guests on the ranch today, and likely often through the summer because my brother’s kids will want to come swim, and I’d like to be a little more social. I’m adding Polly Allen to the list of names that have full access to the ranch whenever she wants it.”
His eyebrows climb at that. “Full access, sir?”
“Yes. Day or night, she’s to be passed through immediately. No need to check with me first. Program in her license plate so the gate automatically opens for her.”
“I’ll see to it right away. Only you and Jake have full access.”
My eyes are level on Axel’s. “And now Polly.” He nods, and before he can argue further, I say, “That’s all.”
“Sir.” He nods and then walks out of the office.
A few moments later, Jake walks in, all sleepy-eyed and rumpled from bed. He’s in an oversized T-shirt and gray sweats and pads on bare feet to the kitchenette.
“Bagel?” he asks me.
“How about if I make you a real breakfast?”
That makes him eye me as he scratches his scalp through bed-head hair. “What kind of real breakfast?”
“Eggs, bacon, hash browns. Toast. Protein.”
Jake turns to the kitchenette and back to me. “Up here?”
“No, smart ass, in the real kitchen.”
“Sure.” He turns and walks right back out, and it makes me grin. He’s a kid of few words in the morning, but he always finds me so we can have breakfast together.
I shoot a text to Arthur before leaving my office.
Me: I’ll be out of the office for the better part of the day. Hold all calls and move any appointments.
Rather than text back, he calls me.
“Wild.”
“Sir, you were supposed to meet with Tokyo this afternoon.”
“Reschedule it.”
“But we rescheduled it last week.”
“Do it again,” I reply easily. “It’s Sunday, and I’m taking some time off.”
“Wow,” Arthur breathes. “Yes, sir. But we can’t miss the next rescheduled meeting with them.”
“Fine.” The Tokyo issue annoys me. “You won’t hear from me until tomorrow morning at six.”
He doesn’t immediately respond.
