CHAPTER 26
posted by Cat @ 8:15 PM
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
About Me
- 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 26
Michael poured himself a stiff scotch. His father had said the meeting was important. His voice had that serious tone he used when Michael had committed a serious infraction. What new disaster was waiting to blindside him? He downed the drink and grabbed his coat. The sooner he found out what was going on, the better.
His father’s office brought back memories from his childhood—not that the office was the same, but his father was. Hadn’t changed for as long as he could remember. When the problem had come up with the business, his father had been firm—unbending. Whatever he wanted couldn’t be good news.
Michael nodded at the secretary as he passed her on his way to see his father. She gave him a radiant smile. After a perfunctory knock, he entered his father’s office.
“Michael?”
“Father? You wanted to see me?” He entered the large room without noticing the woman sitting in the back corner. “I assume this is regarding the upcoming trial?”
The older Samisen pursed his lips. “What if I told you I could provide you with an alibi? One that would clear your name?”
Michael sat down in the chair in front of the desk. He rested his elbows on the armrests, his fingers touching—forming a V . “I’m listening.”
“You have an employee by the name of Niki Reynolds. Do you know who I’m talking about?”
“We have a lot of employees. I don’t remember all their names.”
“Well this one is offering you an alibi. She will say she was with you all night.”
“Why?”
“Maybe I should let her explain,” he said, looking beyond his son toward Niki.
Michael’s eyes followed his.
“You’re the young woman from the typing pool. I saw you at the club.”
She got out of her seat and moved to sit beside him. She held out her hand. “I’m Niki Reynolds.”
He took her hand into his. “You want to provide me with an alibi?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you willing to commit perjury?”
Niki dropped her eyes. Now the time had come for her to make the proposal, a block of ice had settled in her gut. So much depended on the next few minutes. What could she say to make him agree?”
“I want something from you.”
“Of course you do. What?”
“You name and a bit of your gene pool.”
He stared at her a moment before answering. “Let me see if I have this straight. You want me to marry you and father your child.”
She looked up in surprise. “I’m not suggesting intimacy.”
“I never thought you were.” He gave himself a moment to think. “There have been many strange things happening with my company. Are you the person responsible?”
“I have managed to pick up a few shares.”
“Fifty-one percent,” his father filled in.
Michael presented her with an arched brow. “My, you have been busy. Pre-nups?”
“No.”
“And if I agree to this idea of yours, what guarantee do I have that your alibi will work?”
“I have proof.” She reached into her handbag and pulled out a packet of pictures. They were of her and Michael at a nightclub on the night Cassandra claimed he was with her. The date showed up on a newspaper in one of the pictures.
“How did you get these?”
“Never mind. They’ll stand up in court as will my testimony. So, do we have a deal?” She held her breath, waiting for his answer.
He held out his hand. “Yes, Miss Reynolds. We have a deal. I’d like to talk about the details over dinner. Can you be ready by seven?”
She hesitated. He was being too nice. There had to be a trick somewhere. “All right. Seven would be fine.”
“Good. Please leave your address with the secretary.”
Both men stood as she left the room.
“What in the hell you are doing, Michael?”
He turned to face his father. “Keeping my enemy where I can see her. She has played havoc with my company, and I want to know how and why.”
“And what if you can’t handle her?”
“Pa—lease.” He faced his father with a grin. “I intend to keep my freedom and reclaim my fifty-one percent. She has no idea what she’s getting into.”
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