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She got out of her car, grabbing her purse. She wasn't sure if she would need it, but she felt better if she kept her gun close to her now, especially after the attack at the mall. Smoothing out her blouse, she waited for Caspar to get out of the car.
"You're still sure you want me here?" Caspar asked, looking up at the tall building in front of them.
"You're welcome to wait in the lobby for me if you'd like. I'm not expecting the meeting to go long," she said as they started walking toward the building.
"I think that's a good idea. I wouldn't want to distract anyone or disrupt the meeting by being there."
"You wouldn't be doing anything like that. You'd be like my assistant, taking notes for me."
Caspar smiled at her as she opened the door for him. "I'll just stay in the lobby. I don't know half the things you do when it comes to business, so I don't want to be in a position where I should know something."
"Miss Vesper," the secretary said as soon as she walked in the door. "Mr. Harper is still in his meeting in his office, so you'll have to wait until he's finished—"
"Great," she grinned, heading in the direction of the elevator. "I'll head up there and we can get started early. I'm sure his friends won't mind."
"But Miss—"
"You can let him know he should expect me," she threw over her shoulder as she pushed the button for the elevator. She only had to wait a minute before the doors opened, and she climbed inside. It was purely guesswork now, so she pushed the button for the highest floor, hoping that she picked the right one for a boss' office.
She whistled under her breath as she pulled out her pocketknife, switching it out and in as she bounced from one foot to the other. She needed to hype herself up as she waited for the elevator to reach the top floor. It wasn't hard to get her blood boiling. No one walked out on a deal with her saying 'no'.
This time she'd force his hand and remind him who she was.
She rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck just as the elevator doors opened.
She held her head high as she exited the elevator and turned down the hall. She wouldn't leave this building until she heard the answer she wanted to hear. Chance wouldn’t want it any other way.
Her step faltered as she made eye contact with the red-haired Vulture she'd kept running into. The broad grin on his lips gave her the hint that he spotted her too.
"If I didn't know otherwise, I'd think you were following me," she murmured as they met in the middle of the hallway.
"Do you know otherwise? I could know your entire schedule for the next two weeks, and you probably wouldn't notice me until I wanted you to," he murmured with a low chuckle.
She cocked her head. "Well, if I have a stalker, I'd like to at least know a name I can report to the police."
"Zack," He answered without a second thought. He gave it up way too easily...
"That's not your name," she snapped.
"Sure, it is. I mean, how many "Zacks" could there possibly be in the area?" he smirked.
She wanted to hit him. She wanted to really hit him hard.
"How's your boo-boo? Still painful?" he said with a pout in a fake-concerned voice, reaching a hand up and poking at her shoulder. She stumbled back a step, not expecting him to touch her.
"You tell me," she snapped. She lifted the knife in her hand and sliced his forearm. She knew it wasn't as deep as she would have liked it to be, but it made her feel better. “Sorry it isn’t a bullet wound.”
He hissed and pressed his opposite hand to the slash, dropping his hand from her shoulder.
"That's fair," he amended with a grimace. "None of this changes the fact that you're not as good as you think you are. We are one step ahead of you every time. I'd be careful from now on, especially with your loose lips. You might just lead me to Chance."
She tightened her grip on the knife. He was right. She needed to watch her back more carefully now.
He lifted his hand off the bleeding cut and wiped it on his black slacks. "I don't know what you think you're going to accomplish today, anyway. Last time I checked, you can't really threaten a dead man."
She was sure her face was wiped blank as all of her anger just slipped out of her body. She pushed him out of her way with a force that she didn't know she possessed and ran down the hallway. There were double doors at the very end, and she forced them both open.
Her blood ran cold when she spotted Earl Harper lying on the floor in front of his desk. His throat was slit, and he was lying in his own pool of blood. His blood was also sprayed across the windows and blinds behind his desk.
