CHAPTER 22
TIMELESS FIRE - CHAPTER 22 (inside comment)
posted by Cat @ 6:45 PM
Thursday, September 23, 2004
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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 22
Niki shielded her eyes against the hot sun. The bus was crowded. Hot bodies pressed together—trying not to touch. The looked at the address she had scribbled across the note card. She would be there soon. Her stomach tightened. Downtown buildings passed by her window in rapid succession. He would be in one like those, she guessed, sitting in a plush office with a drink bar tucked away in a hidden alcove. His secretary would be formidable—guarding her master as fiercely as a faithful pet.
“East 22nd Street.”
Her stop. She stood and edged her way to the front. The bus paused and the bus door opened. She got out. The walk from the bus stop was short but colorful with throngs of people passing on both sides of the street. A hotdog vender barked out his menu while a mime entertained a group of teens across the street.
The Barker Building loomed to her left. Jack Samisen was CEO to the Samisen/Lyles Financial Group, a Fortune 500 Company. She didn’t have an appointment, but hoped he would see her anyway. A huff of cold air hit her when she opened the door. Samisen’s office was on the top floor—easy access to the helicopter pad on the roof.
“May I help you?” The receptionist sized her up in the first glance, words of dismissal forming in her head.
“I’d like to see Mr. Samisen.”
“Do you have an appointment?” the woman asked, knowing she didn’t.
“No, but he’ll want to see me.”
The woman gave her head a slight shake. “He doesn’t see anyone without an appointment.”
“I have information that will clear his son. Tell him that.”
“And your name?”
“Nicole Reynolds.”
The receptionist looked skeptical, but relayed the message to Samisen’s secretary, nevertheless. In a few minutes, she had a response.
“Mr. Samisen will see you now.”
Niki stepped into Samisen’s office.
“Ms. Reynolds?” He stood and offered his hand in a business-like manner.
“Mr. Samisen.” She marched forward to meet him and clutched his hand before sitting in one of the green leather chairs facing his desk. “I’ll get right to the point. You son is in serious trouble. I can make it disappear.”
His face courted an amused smile. “That’s an interesting opening, Ms. Reynolds. I’m intrigued. What can you do to make it all go away?”
“I can provide an alibi.”
“Who are you exactly, Ms. Reynolds? How do you know my son?”
“I work for him.”
“I see. All right. You still have my attention.”
“He couldn’t have beaten Cassandra Le Brock because he was with me at the time. Once I testify to that, he will no longer be considered a suspect.”
Samisen sat back in his chair. “Is that the truth?”
She smiled and crossed her legs. “Does it matter?”
“It matters if the DA can break your alibi. Michael would look guiltier than ever and you would be charged with perjury.”
“That won’t happen. I have a way to make my alibi almost irrefutable.”
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