Page 59 of Dragon Her Heels

As an eligible bachelor with no known dating life, at least when I had departed, Mr. Noran brought wealth and prestige to any woman lucky enough to land him. Everything I’d seen of the man indicated he would be a prize more than the money.

Handsome, although he couldn’t hold a candle to Yuless, kind, albeit not kind in the way I preferred, and considerate of those who worked underneath him.

“Were they dating?” I blurted.

Lucifer nodded. “Mr. Noran made certain to plan his business trips around hers, and they would slip away to spend time together in private. They shared hobbies, and they would craft together. With her loss, his purpose for continuing has been shattered.”

Damn it. Like Belinda, I would genuinely regret his loss.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“We can always do something. Like with Ashley, all he needs is a stick. You could choose to hold that stick and offer it to him. Like her, he battles quicksand he has no hope of conquering alone.”

If I could lure Mr. Noran away from his firm, I could arm Mr. Durant with one of the best money whizzes in Florida, and I could begin chipping away at the foundations of my former company. With enough chips, I could make them fall, giving the Destroyer of Georgia a chance to swoop in and claim a prize, rebuilding it from scratch.

With me, I could revive dead relationships, rebuild good contracts, and redirect the entirety of the operations.

“And people say secretaries have no power,” the Devil teased. “You will end up filling the entirety of your second floor at the rate you’re going, and every person would have a suite, and the only quibble would be a shared kitchen even ten families could work in without stepping on each other often.”

“Not having a mortgage really helps with being able to do that.” I snuggled with my kitten. “Also, I love my little girls.”

“Yes, I knew you would, and they will be happy with you. When my father gets an idea, it’s best to just go with it. But I now have a better understanding of why. You will love and cherish them, but your new wards will need their special brand of care soon enough.”

Yes, they would.

Grief didn’t heal overnight, and it had ways of lingering.

“Please contact Mr. Noran on my behalf, set up a meeting, and do drop a hint that it is in regard to Belinda and her final wishes. With luck, that will get him on the move.”

“It will, although you may not appreciate having a disgruntled and distraught visitor in a few hours.”

“I can handle everything he throws at me, and what I learn from him will become the foundation of how badly I curse these bastards for what they have done. Mark my words, Lucifer. Today is the last day they hurt someone like that again without severe consequence, and nothing of the consequences will be good.”

With a rather chilling smile, Lucifer nodded. “And thus the scales rebalance. I will go do what you ask—and I will take care to make certain that call with Mr. Mortani does not come to pass. In exchange for your work, I will make certain this is the moment that seed shrivels and perishes.”

“Take peaches to Isaac, please. We’re all going to need some pie by the end of the day. Tell him I’m paying in elbow grease on his moving day.”

“It shall be so.”