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Cindy nodded, still typing away.
Ten minutes later, I was at my desk, and I turned to face the view of the city and the ocean beyond. Things had changed so much from last week, my life was unrecognizable. I had a top-floor, window office, and I was working for the CEO after a twenty-nine-thousand-dollar raise—two things that would burnish my resume when I left for greener pastures, even if I did have to work forhimin the meantime.
Karma had taken an odd few turns this week, but I’d come out in a better position to wreak my vengeance. I could more easily get the files for Hydra that he’d assured me would take down my nemesis, and I had a position that would keep people from questioning my access to any part of the facility, or any file I wanted. Long term, that was the definition of success.
Later, I would quietly slip off to another company, my mission accomplished, and restart my life—a normal life, happy in the knowledge I’d righted a wrong, justice had prevailed, and the guilty party had been punished, even if not through the legal system.
In the end, nobody except Hydra and my sister would know of my involvement in Benson’s destruction.
Cindy arrived with an armload of files. “This is the first batch.”
“There’s more?”
She set the files down on my circular table. “This is about a third of it.”
I wondered if this could be another test, but discarded that idea. “Where do I start?”
She stopped at the door. “You got me. That’s why we pay you the big bucks.”
This was going to take forever, but I moved to the table and sat. The first file I opened was from a year ago.
When Cindy returned I asked, “How long has this been in the works?”
“About a year.” She set down a second stack of files bigger than the first.
“Do they normally take that long?”
She thought for a moment. “No. This is probably the longest. Three months or so is more normal. I’ll get you the last stack.”
“This is going to take forever,” I lamented. “When are we meeting with them?”
“I’ll check, but two weeks or so, I think.”
I started my notes as I paged through the first document.
By eleven, I was going batty with the Stoner files. This job was going to bore me to death if I spent all day, every day with crap like this.
After a trip to the bathroom, I stopped by Cindy’s desk for a chat. “Did Mark spend all day, every day reading files?”
“Not every day.”
That was little consolation.
Chapter 14
Jennifer
Friday morning,after reading boring material on Stoner for the umpteenth hour, I had three questions for Dennis about this purchase: why, why, and another why. The company didn’t seem to fit at all with what we were doing. Not that we couldn’t branch out a little, but livestock feed, with an emphasis on poultry, didn’t move the excitement meter for me.
I’d tried to get a minute with him yesterday, but he’d put me off.
Larry poked his head into my office. “Having fun yet?”
My eyes were going blurry, so his interruption was a welcome one. I waved my hand over the stack of papers. “Tell me why we’re talking to Stoner about livestock feed. I don’t get it.”
Larry leaned against the door jamb. “He’s a good friend of Dennis’s dad. I guess he doesn’t want to make him feel bad by telling him to shove it.”
“Was Talbot also one of his dad’s friends?”
