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“Now, don’t do that. You’ve given us the only leads we have.” Britt knew he sounded stern, but he didn’t want Rachelle feeling inadequate. Most people in her position wouldn’t want to get involved, even if they weren’t blind.
“You know, we could have you go around and talk to all your employees, on the pretext of reassuring them, and take Rachelle to see if she can find the person,” Todd suggested.
“No,” Britt said quickly.
“You think it’s an employee?” Rachelle asked.
“It’s a possibility. Whoever it is seems to know his way all over Clairbourne. It’s easy to blend in when people aren’t expecting someone not out of place.”
“I could talk to people.”
“No,” Britt repeated.
“Maybe spend time in the cafeteria?”
“No!” This time his voice was sharper.
“But why?” Rachelle was becoming frustrated.
“What I said before, I don’t want you near him. I don’t want you to become a target.”
“But what difference would it make? He already knows who I am.” Rachelle tried to point out. The man could be so stubborn.
“I don’t want to give him any reason to come after you.”
“But.”
“That’s final, why don’t I escort you upstairs now.”
“Don’t bother, just show me to the elevator. I’m quite capable of getting myself there.” Her steely tone said as much as her words.
As soon as the elevator doors closed behind her, Todd turned to him. “I think you made someone angry at you.”
“Yeah, well, it’s for her own good.” Though he tried not to let it show, it bothered him. Britt was unable to take his eyes off the elevator doors. He didn’t want Rachelle upset with him. He just hoped he would be able to fix it in the future, because he was certain now, he wanted a future with her.
“Most people would welcome all the help and support they could get at a time like this, especially wrapped in such a nice package.”
“With what that guy said, people around me could get hurt.” Britt turned with a shake of his head.
“Bad timing.” There was sympathy in the detective’s voice. “That’s quite a lady.”
“Tell me about it.” Brett looked back at the elevator Rachelle had just stepped into. “Real lousy timing.”
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Rachelle was fuming as the elevator rose. Britton Clairbourne was impossible. She could find the man’s voice, she knew she could. It made sense for her to talk with everyone she could. The elevator arrived at her floor. She got off and made it through the main area, still abuzz with talk of the press conference. Rachelle followed the hall on the right. The farther from the secretarial pool she got, the quieter it became.
Rachelle welcomed the calm. Her insides felt anything but. Turning down the last hall she heard someone say ‘good morning Rachelle’ and automatically returned the greeting as she passed the doorway. Five more steps down the hall, she bumped into someone.
“Excuse me,” she apologized, her thoughts not leaving the man downstairs that infuriated and attracted her.
The man she bumped into said nothing, stepping aside to let her past.
“Sorry,” she looked back reflexively but couldn’t see the arm that came around her. One hand clamped over her month holding back her scream, as his other arm locked over her arms pinning them to her body. Taken totally by surprise, she was dragged across the hall before she could begin to struggle. Rachelle heard the door close behind them and began to fight. Kicking out, she twisted her head from side to side trying to dislodge the hand which tightened, pulling her head back. His fingers bit into her mouth.
“No talking, Angel Voice.”
The voice sent fear straight through her. He lifted her off the ground and gave her a shake that would have rattled her teeth if his hand wasn’t there.
Stay calm, she said over and over again in her mind and forced herself to relax.
“You were very foolish. I warned you, and you went to Clairbourne.
“Now, don’t do that. You’ve given us the only leads we have.” Britt knew he sounded stern, but he didn’t want Rachelle feeling inadequate. Most people in her position wouldn’t want to get involved, even if they weren’t blind.
“You know, we could have you go around and talk to all your employees, on the pretext of reassuring them, and take Rachelle to see if she can find the person,” Todd suggested.
“No,” Britt said quickly.
“You think it’s an employee?” Rachelle asked.
“It’s a possibility. Whoever it is seems to know his way all over Clairbourne. It’s easy to blend in when people aren’t expecting someone not out of place.”
“I could talk to people.”
“No,” Britt repeated.
“Maybe spend time in the cafeteria?”
“No!” This time his voice was sharper.
“But why?” Rachelle was becoming frustrated.
“What I said before, I don’t want you near him. I don’t want you to become a target.”
“But what difference would it make? He already knows who I am.” Rachelle tried to point out. The man could be so stubborn.
“I don’t want to give him any reason to come after you.”
“But.”
“That’s final, why don’t I escort you upstairs now.”
“Don’t bother, just show me to the elevator. I’m quite capable of getting myself there.” Her steely tone said as much as her words.
As soon as the elevator doors closed behind her, Todd turned to him. “I think you made someone angry at you.”
“Yeah, well, it’s for her own good.” Though he tried not to let it show, it bothered him. Britt was unable to take his eyes off the elevator doors. He didn’t want Rachelle upset with him. He just hoped he would be able to fix it in the future, because he was certain now, he wanted a future with her.
“Most people would welcome all the help and support they could get at a time like this, especially wrapped in such a nice package.”
“With what that guy said, people around me could get hurt.” Britt turned with a shake of his head.
“Bad timing.” There was sympathy in the detective’s voice. “That’s quite a lady.”
“Tell me about it.” Brett looked back at the elevator Rachelle had just stepped into. “Real lousy timing.”
****
Rachelle was fuming as the elevator rose. Britton Clairbourne was impossible. She could find the man’s voice, she knew she could. It made sense for her to talk with everyone she could. The elevator arrived at her floor. She got off and made it through the main area, still abuzz with talk of the press conference. Rachelle followed the hall on the right. The farther from the secretarial pool she got, the quieter it became.
Rachelle welcomed the calm. Her insides felt anything but. Turning down the last hall she heard someone say ‘good morning Rachelle’ and automatically returned the greeting as she passed the doorway. Five more steps down the hall, she bumped into someone.
“Excuse me,” she apologized, her thoughts not leaving the man downstairs that infuriated and attracted her.
The man she bumped into said nothing, stepping aside to let her past.
“Sorry,” she looked back reflexively but couldn’t see the arm that came around her. One hand clamped over her month holding back her scream, as his other arm locked over her arms pinning them to her body. Taken totally by surprise, she was dragged across the hall before she could begin to struggle. Rachelle heard the door close behind them and began to fight. Kicking out, she twisted her head from side to side trying to dislodge the hand which tightened, pulling her head back. His fingers bit into her mouth.
“No talking, Angel Voice.”
The voice sent fear straight through her. He lifted her off the ground and gave her a shake that would have rattled her teeth if his hand wasn’t there.
Stay calm, she said over and over again in her mind and forced herself to relax.
“You were very foolish. I warned you, and you went to Clairbourne.
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