Page 52 of Unruly

Catherine shrugged. “She’s fine.”

Meeka was the last girl Catherine had a private face to face meeting with for the day, anyway. All the others had been handled. Tomorrow, she would have a meeting with all of the girls together—hers and her mother’s.

The Four Seasons penthouse suite that her mother kept constantly booked provided them with more than enough space and privacy to work. Small blessings in the current chaos of Catherine’s life.

“What’s that mean?” Cece asked again.

“Precious?”

Her daughter nodded.

“It means you’re too sweet for words. An angel, even.”

Cece stared at her mother for a long while before her brown gaze darted to Meeka sitting across from Catherine. “No.”

Catherine pressed her lips together to keep from smiling or laughing.

Meeka just looked confused. “I can’t call you precious, Cece?”

“No,” her daughter said again.

“Be nice,” Catherine said.

“I says what I says, Ma.”

Catherine sighed, and stared up at the ceiling. Miguel didn’t need to try and convince Cece to go with him to get a Popsicle again because she headed into the connecting room all on her own.

“She’s just like her father,” Catherine told Meeka. “I seriously don’t think she can help it.”

Meeka snorted and grinned. “I bet.”

“Let’s get down to business, okay?”

“Absolutely, reginella.”

“I’m sure you have heard through the grapevine of girls that Catrina has dropped off the radar for a bit. Have you attempted to contact her, or your handler, for that matter?”

“A few times. I knew some of my upcoming dates and trips, but some of the details still needed finalized for one or two clients. We got no answer.”

“Yes, well, for this time, I’ll take the blame. From here on out, I’ll be the one handling your business and clients. Miguel is my go-between. Your handler has been notified of how he can get through to me should he need to, but he will mostly defer to Miguel. I’ve got all the upcoming trips, so within the next couple of days, those details you were waiting on will be finalized.”

“One already passed,” Meeka pointed out. “A client here in Cali. I didn’t even get his stuff, so how was I supposed to deliver it to him?”

Shit.

Catherine reached for the tablet on the side table, and clicked it on. Going into the safe-screen with documents, she punched in the password and brought up Meeka’s profile. The contacts, client list, and dates stared back at Catherine as she read through.

“I’m not seeing the one that was missed,” she told Meeka.

“It should be there.” Meeka pulled out her own phone, hit the screen a couple times, and turned it for Catherine to see. “There, see? Last week.”

“It’s not on mine.”

Or rather, her mother’s documents.

The only reason why Catrina would take a client off her calendar would be because he or she no longer wanted to use their services. That was a rarity. Clients preferred them because of their ability to deliver, be sweet, sexy, and pretty, and stay out of their public lives.

Beautiful ghosts, as her mother would say.