CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 15 - Inside comment
posted by Cat @ 5:53 PM
Thursday, August 19, 2004
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- Name: Cat
- Location: BULLARD, Texas, United States
C.R.Myers is a Texan—born and bred in the Lone Star State. A English/Drama teacher by profession, she received her M. A. from the University of Texas at Tyler. As a teacher and professional speaker, she designed and implemented her own creative course as well as writing college sketches, which were performed on a local television station. She decided to start writing seriously only within the last few years. Since then, she has written eleven novels. Black Ice/Shadowed Road was her first published novel. Since then, Through the Shadows, Red, Red Rose, Lady’s Game, Shattered Illusion, and Blonde Logic have been published as well as nine other stories sold to area newspapers and magazines. Through her writing, she has received cards and letters from fans from all over the US and fifteen different countries. The books have sold well and the reviews have been strong, leading to seven book signings and two out of state appearances. Two of the books have been chosen as books to be presented in Austin at the Texas Book Festival.
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CHAPTER 15
Niki spent a restless night despite the sedative she had taken, or maybe because of it. Sometimes it happened that way. When she awoke the next morning she was groggy and out of sorts. She looked at her watch—five am. Why hadn’t she finished the typing the night before as she’d planned? This job was getting to be more than she’d bargained for—and less. She’d been working for Michael Samisen for almost a year, and her patience was beginning to wear.
Stumbling toward the kitchen, she started a pot of coffee and grabbed the control for the TV. Maybe a good movie would wake her up. She plopped across the couch upsetting the folder of papers she had brought from the office. Drat! That would cost her some time. Maybe she could call in sick today. That way she would have plenty of time to catch up on her work as well as engage in a little company research.
From what she had been able to uncover, Michael Samisen and Tony DeLane were the founders of the company, although it was common knowledge that Michael’s father, William, was the primary backer and owned a significant number of company shares. What few people knew, however, was that the company was experiencing serious financial problems, putting William’s personal assets as well as his company stock in jeopardy. She smiled and picked up the remote. Where was that good movie she was looking for? She was flipping idly past the news channels when a familiar face caught her attention.
Tony reached blindly for the ringing telephone. Anything to shut off that awful noise.
“Hello,” he mumbled into the receiver. “Who?....What?” Suddenly, he was wide-awake. “I’ll be right there.”
Ten minutes later, he was on the road. By the time he reached the police station, the news crews, eager to get the scoop, filled the parking lot. Michael Samisen was always big news. Michael Samisen brought in for questioning in a rape/assault case would rate national coverage.
“Get me out of here,” Michael said, as Tony joined him in the back hall.
“What’s going on?”
“Cassandra Freemont. That’s what’s going on. She got herself beat up and is accusing me. She’s also claiming I raped her.”
“That’s ridiculous! No one will believe that. I can’t believe they even brought you in.”
“They say there’s proof.”
“How could there be? The whole thing’s a crock. Have you called your lawyer?”
“Yeah, he was here for the questioning. Let’s get out of here. Do the news hounds have the story?”
“The parking lot is covered up. You wait at the back door. I’ll bring the car to the front, and then while they’re all waiting, I’ll race around to the back.”
Michael smiled for the first time. “Let’s just walk to the car and go home. I need a drink.”
The feeding frenzy was every bit as bad as they had expected, but with fearless perseverance, they made it to Tony’s car in tact. They didn’t talk until they were on the open road.
“Why? Why would she accuse you of such a horrendous thing? Weren’t you guys dating? What did you do to make her so mad?”
“Nothing really. She came to the office one day and flashed me, and I told her I like to do the asking. That’s all. Now that she’s made her point, I’m sure she’ll drop the whole thing.”
Tony marveled at his friend’s naiveté. “She’s not going to drop it, Michael. And even if she did, people won’t forget. She’s damaged you, and she’s damaged the company. Add that to the rotten luck we’ve already been having.”
“What did you say?” Michael asked in a dazed voice.
“I said, Add that to the rotten…”
“Oh, I know what you said,” he interrupted. “Do you think that this could be connected to the other things?”
“What do you mean?”
Michael spoke slowly, forming his thoughts as he went. “First, there was the embezzlement, then the sabotage, and now this—the damaging of the reputation. Could the same person be behind everything?”
“I don’t think Cassandra has the brains to pull something like this off.”
“No, I don’t mean her. I mean someone who has the brains and used her for the third stage.”
“It’s possible. Worth checking into. Where should we start?”
“With the weakest link. Start with Cassandra.”
Tony gave a hollow laugh. “The police won’t let you within ten feet of that woman.”
“You’re probably right. But they’ll let you.”
Oops! Cassandra's name should be Le Brock not Freemont. When my editor suggested I change from a French name to an English name, I forgot I had already posted the French one. It will stay Le Brock.
Cathy
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