Page 27 of Protecting Love

“No,” London said, shaking her head. “Paris will never go for that. It’s cold. That’s not us.”

“I have to agree with London on this,” Spencer said. “They pride themselves on going in there and making people feel comfortable. It’s hard to do that if someone walks into their office and feels as if the staff are untouchable.”

“It’s about them being safe,” West said. “Not about aesthetics.”

“Agreed,” Fletcher said. “There are ways to accomplish that without turning people away. Your sister has a flawless style. I’m sure she can design it that way.”

The silence that greeted those words said he shouldn’t have let it slip out.

London was smiling at him, Braylon was smirking, West, the guy hadn’t changed his expression since he walked in. There was a reason he was so powerful. When he was serious, you got nothing out of him he didn’t want to give.

“I’ll sell it that way,” London said. “And that it’s about keeping staff safe. She’s upset that Molly had to go through it. And with us trying to hire more staff, it might go a long way if people felt safe.”

“I’ll get right on this unless there is anything else?”

“Rick Majors. That’s his name. He said he’s got a pregnant wife at home. I get it. Layoffs are harsh to begin with. I’m sure it’s nothing more than emotions riding high, but we don’t need to start a trend of us getting the blame either.”

“Absolutely not.”

London pulled her phone out. “There, I just emailed you everything that Molly told me and what I know about the guy.”

Fletcher felt his phone vibrate. “That’s more than enough for me to get started.”

He stood and left after that, leaving the family there to talk about the next steps.

For him, it was more about finding out what he could about this guy, then getting cameras in place. Foster would do that tonight, or his team would, he was positive.

By the time London and Paris went into work in the morning, they would be watched.

Which he was betting they wouldn’t be too thrilled about.

He was in his office and pulling up what he could about the guy an hour later when he looked up and saw Spencer Jenkins standing there.

“Yes.”

“London doesn’t get bothered by things often, but she was shaken over what she’d heard had happened.”

“We’ll make sure they are protected.”

Spencer smiled, not a humorous one though. “If London had been there, she would have launched herself at the guy and knocked him out with a right swing.”

“Really?”

“She’s scrappy. The protector of the two of them. I know this stays between us.”

“Always,” Fletcher said.

“Paris is softer. She can be strong on the outside. Professionalism is her armor. She might be able to redirect better than anyone I know and handle any situation. She shared a womb with London so she has to have that ability.”

“Good to know.”

“I don’t normally overshare like that.”

“The more I know the better.”

Not just about this situation, but Paris.

Though his reasons might be more personal than he wanted to admit.