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“When the officers arrived at Dr. Potaturri’s apartment, they found him lying in the middle of the floor. Dead,” she says with wide eyes.
“So do they think he took is own life or somebody killed him?” Mandy asks, as hungry as I am for additional details.
“They aren’t sure yet, but there were no obvious wounds.” She walks over to Tyler’s bed and looks down at him. “I wonder if this has something to do with you?”
“I’m sure it does,” I reply, glancing back at Thelma and my brother. “I’ll stop back after while, but right now I need to go check on something.”
Mandy
Trey sends a text off to Tony telling him we need another ride and grabs my hand leading me to the elevator.
By the look on his face, I can tell that another puzzle piece has just fallen into place for him. Tommy had recommended the doctor, who had subtly been poisoning him ever since and now the doctor was dead. I think back to the night before when Vanessa was screaming at him over the phone. Apparently Tommy felt that the doctor had become more of a liability, rather than an asset.
During the drive over to Victor’s old office, Trey is busy making phone calls to Detective Kelly and others to find the best security service. He wants to make sure that Tyler, Vanessa and his mother have twenty-four hour protection until something breaks with the case.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to confront Tommy right now?” I ask as the limo pulls up to Addison Media.
“I’m not really planning on a confrontation as much as seeing first hand what is going on,” he replies, seemingly lost in thought. “I’ve had a strange feeling ever since I hung up with Becky earlier.”
“Becky who?”
“Dad’s old personal assistant, who now appears to be working for Tommy,” he explains with furrowed brows. “If anyone knows what is going on, it’s probably her.”
I can feel my apprehension rising as the elevator blasts it’s way to the top floor. By the time the doors open, I can feel my heart pounding in my throat. I reach out and squeeze his hand. “Please be careful.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to cause a scene,” he assures me with a wink. Unfortunately, that wink does nothing to reassure me.
“Well hello, Becky!” Trey says after cracking open the door to the executive suite.
“Trey! What are you doing here?” her eyes instantly dilate. I follow Trey into the office where there is a distinct smell of sweat in the air. Obviously there had been a stressful meeting earlier.
“I just wanted to let you know that Tyler came out of his coma earlier,” he replies, walking up to her and giving her a hug. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, I’m just fine,” she replies, running her hands along the sides of her dress nervously. “Who is this?” she asks, looking over at me seeming eager to divert the topic.
“This is Amanda Grayson,” Trey tells her. “I don’t know if you knew her father, Ray?”
“Well of course!” she reaches out to give me a hug. “What in the world are you doing here?”
“We’ve had a little reconciliation between our families,” Trey informs her. “You didn’t happen to see the Times this morning did you?”
“I haven’t, but I definitely heard about it.” Her cheeks flush a bit. “Was that your doing?”
“My attorney’s actually,” he admits. “Mom wasn’t happy with it, but luckily she has been focused on Tyler all day.”
“Well, I am just glad it wasn’t about me.” She pats him on the arm and shakes her head. “Are you here to see Tommy?”
“If he’s not busy,” he replies casually. “Otherwise, it can wait until tomorrow.”
“I’ll let him know you are here,” she says, picking up the phone and calling him.
Within seconds Tommy emerges from his office. “Hey, it’s the dynamic duo! Come on in!” He reaches out to shake Trey’s hand and then proceeds to put his arm around me to personally usher me inside. I’m completely shocked by his chipper demeanor.
“It looks like you must have hit the ground running, huh?” Trey asks as we both look across at the mess of papers on his desk.
“There is a lot going on,” he replies, quickly organizing them into several piles. “Sit down you two, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure it’s a little weird to see someone else in your dad’s office.”
“It’s actually harder than I thought it would be,” Trey replies, slumping into one of the leather chairs. “I always hated coming here. It usually meant that I was in trouble for something.”
