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I was grateful that I had finally been able to ask
Damon about my parents. His reaction hadn't seemed genuine; he had seemed more
in shock than anything. He had also taken a little longer than normal to admit
that he didn't know them. There was a good chance that he recognized the name
but still had nothing to do with their deaths. Or maybe he didn't want me to
know anything about it. I couldn't tell, but I wasn't about to stop digging
into it with him. I needed to know how much he knew, if anything, about them.
It was vitally important that I find things out quickly before someone caught
on to me. I hadn't heard from Damon in a few days but I wasn't concerned. He
seemed to come around when he was ready to and I sure as hell wasn't about to
chase any man around. He would come to me when he was ready and when he did I
would question him again.

Just then there was a knock on my door. Looking up I
expected to see Damon, but instead it was his mother, Elizabeth, standing
there. My mouth dropped — she was the last person I expected to see in my
office. I wasn't entirely sure how much authority she had in the company. Was
she also my boss, or was it just Damon? Did she actually work for the company,
or was she just a respected legend because of Damon's dad? I wasn't sure what I
should say to her or what she was doing there.

“Hi, Mrs. Alexander. How are you this morning?”

“My morning is wonderful, thank you. The sun is
shining, after all, so what more can I ask for.”

I smiled warmly, unsure of what to say next.
Thankfully she was a lot nicer to me this morning, not like the last time she
saw me. She had practically growled at me the first time. She seemed to be in a
really good mood that day so I figured her visit had to be a friendly one.

“Are you having a good day, Cadence?”

“I am, thank you.”

“How do you like the job so far? Are you enjoying working
here?” She sat down in the chair across from me. She was the most intimidating
woman I had ever encountered.

“I love it, Mrs. Alexander, I really do. Everyone is
so nice and, well, the job has done wonders for my life.”

“Well that's great news,” she said warmly.

The smile slowly left her face again and I felt a
coldness enter the room.
What the hell?
Suddenly I felt that something
was wrong but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. Maybe this little
meeting wasn't exactly what I thought it was. I remembered how mean she had
been the day I met her. I also remembered how she had reacted to my last name.
She had frozen when she had heard my last name. Does she know? God, please
don't have her be the one that knows.

“I know, Cadence, that you are the daughter of Charles
and Veronica.”

My breath caught and I had to
will
myself not to throw up. Every part of my body was screaming to get up out of my
chair and run out of the room. But wouldn't that be a death sentence for me? I
didn't know what to do. I was scared for my life and yet I was furious that
this woman knew who I was and didn't offer an ounce of remorse for what had happened
to my parents. She stood stone cold in front of me looking like she could read
my mind. Oh god, where was this going? What did she have planned for me? How
did she find out? Or did she always know? She knew what happened to my parents,
I was sure of it. My blood turned an icy cold beneath my skin. I had never been
so terrified in all my life.

“What are you saying, Mrs. Alexander?”

The woman stared at me unfaltering. She was an
opposing figure and I wasn't sure what to do. Should I talk my way out of it or
just stay silent? The fight or flight responses were going wild inside my brain
and yet I didn't know which one would save my life. I was terrified about what
her knowledge about me would mean. Was I about to die?

“I'm not sure why you suddenly showed up here in
California without warning, but I do know something is going on. It's all just
a little too coincidental. I just want you to know that I will do whatever it
takes to protect my son and the company. So I suggest you not get in the way of
that.”

I was stunned into silence. Even if I could have
spoken, I wouldn't have for fear of saying the wrong thing. Elizabeth got up
briskly from the chair and walked straight out of the room. The coldness left
the room just as quickly as it had come. I sat there in my chair wondering if I
had made the biggest mistake of my life coming there.

Oh god, she knows.

Chapter
Ten

Damon

I walked into my office with my mother in tow. She had
been rattling off about a get-together she wanted to throw at her home. She had
actually started to put me in a better mood after my meeting with
Gord
. We had been having a quick coffee together and she
was now walking me back to my office. I loved my mother with all my heart. These
days she was my rock and she fiercely believed that I could follow in my
father's footsteps. I didn't intend on letting her down.

“Darling, it's the perfect timing. Now that you are in
power, people need to get to know you better. See how well you run things. And
a party is a great way of doing it. We will have everyone that is part of the
MOB at my place and it will be one hell of a party. Spared no expense, of course.”

“Whatever you want, mother, as long as you don't need
me for organizing. I got my hands full already. It hasn't been easy taking on
dad's company.”

“Oh please, darling. I don't need any help planning a
party. I was planning parties long before you were born.”

I chuckled. “Well it sounds great then. I can't wait.”

“Besides, you are doing wonderfully already. You are
the perfect man for the job and I think your father would have been proud.”

“Well, I wouldn't go that far, mother.”

“I would,” she said with a wink. I was quite confident
if my father was still alive he would be hounding me about everything that I
was doing wrong and blaming me for trying to ruin his company. But there was no
need to bash him in front of my mother now that he was gone. She didn't deserve
that and she never saw him that way anyway. She had always been madly in love
with him.

I circled my desk and saw there was an envelope
sitting there addressed to me.
How odd
. I picked it up, noticing there
was no return address on the envelope, just my name. That was usually a bad
sign. I wondered who would have sent it and why my receptionist hadn't dropped
it off personally as she did with all the mail. Nothing usually came through
without her say so. I set it back down to avoid my mother asking questions
about it. That was the last thing I needed and I certainly didn't want to open
it in front of her. God knows what was inside it. I made my way over to the
brandy decanter and poured myself a drink. I poured a healthy serving and drank
down half of it. My mother barely batted an eye at my almost full glass. The
MOB wasn't exactly known for being lightweights. I smiled at her, however, so
she wouldn't suspect something was wrong with me.

“I was thinking of doing it the weekend after next.
What do you think?”

“That should work out fine, mother, I don't see any
immediate issues with the date.” My eyes flickered back to the envelope. I
wondered who it could be from and what it was regarding. Looking at it gave me
a sick feeling in my stomach; either that or it was the brandy I had just
downed. I poured myself another glass and returned my attention to my mother
who was still rattling on.

“Okay darling, I will let you get back to your day.”
She kissed me on the cheek and breezed out of the room. I smirked as I watched
her go. She was one hell of a woman alright. That party would be the perfect
distraction to my life.

I immediately went to the desk and picked up the
envelope. I stared at the inscription once again and didn't recognize the
handwriting. I ripped it open and my mouth dropped.
Now what the hell was
this?
The contents of the letter were alarming to say the least. They also
filled me with dread.

-Run the company right or you will die
next! I know you didn't kill the 3 people with the 3 strikes!

That's all that was in the letter, just short and
sweet, and I had no idea who sent it.
Shit.
Who would do this? Who
actually had the balls to do this? Anyone in the company would know I would
have them sentenced to death if I found out who sent it. So why risk it? Why
send something like that to the boss of the MOB? Were people not taking me
seriously as the boss? Was I nothing like my father? The thought filled me with
fear. I could be dethroned, or killed if people thought I was some kind of
pussy. Should I have killed those people and been done with it? I could have,
but I didn't want to. I never wanted to be a part of that business. As a boss I
felt I could just distance myself from it all. I should have been able to, as it
wasn't my job to kill people. I had no interest in getting my hands bloody over
something like money. None of these three strikers had done anything to
personally hurt me. I didn't have it in me to end lives for no reason.

There were probably only a handful of people that knew
that I was supposed to make the kills that night. But the question was, how did
they know that the kills weren't made? How did they know that I let those
people go? I had explained to
Gord
that I had taken
care of killing and burying the bodies where no one would find them. Was there
a chance that someone had been watching the warehouse that night? They wouldn't
have heard gunshots, they may have seen people running away, and they would
have seen me leave with no bodies to bury. Shit, I had been sloppy. Now what
was I going to do? What did this person want? Were they planning on exposing
me? Probably not. If that was what they wanted they probably would have just
done it by now. It was a threat, to be a better boss. Would that be the last that
I heard from them?

I sat back in my chair as I tapped my fingers against
my desk. I could feel my power slipping and yet I knew I had to hold on to it
no matter what. Someone may need to die after all.

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