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wants?”
“No. I tried to get it out of her to spare you, but she was closed-mouthed about it. Claimed it’s a matter of life and death.”
Sir growled angrily. “There is nothing she can say that I want to hear.” He stood up and started pacing in front of window that overlooked the city. “I want her out of my life, once and for all!”
Mr. Reynolds closed his eyes and groaned. “I know, Thane… I’m sorry for this. For all of it.”
Sir snapped, “It is not your fault!” He recovered his inner calm before continuing, “This has no reflection on you. What is imperative is that we eliminate the problem before she can cause any further damage.”
“How can I help?”
“All I ask is that you do not engage her again. Call the cops if you have to, but do not give her an audience. As long as we present a united front, all her conniving will be for naught.”
Mr. Reynolds looked ill when he told Sir, “The reason I came straight over is that she threatened to head to the school next.”
“The security staff has been apprised of the situation. They will be on the lookout for her. Do not concern yourself.”
Mr. Reynolds said with confidence, “Thane, she will not go quietly.”
“Fuck!” Sir began pacing again. Brie could feel the tension in the room rising to dangerous levels. “She will not ruin my life again. I will not allow it!”
“Sir, what are we going to do?” Brie asked, suddenly afraid for him.
“What am I going to do? I’ll wait until I hear from the Center. It’s possible she’s bluffing and I refuse to react to idle threats.”
No sooner had he spoken than his cell phone rang. Sir looked at the caller ID and frowned. “What is it?” he demanded when he answered the call. “Good God, Rachael. Call the police. I’ll be there as soon as possible. Hopefully, she’ll leave of her own accord.”
Sir snapped the phone closed and asked his uncle, “Will you come with me?”
“Of course. No need to ask.”
Sir turned to Brie. “You’ll stay here. I do not want you getting involved with her again.”
She insisted, “But Sir, my place is by your side.”
“No, Brie. Work on your documentary while I am gone.” Before she could protest, he added, “Obey me.”
Brie held in her objection and watched both men leave the apartment in a rush. What could his mother have done to cause Sir to go against his better judgment?
She sat down with her computer and tried to edit her work, but she couldn’t concentrate. She kept contemplating what was happening at the Center. What kind of mother would threaten her son? What was the woman capable of?
Although Brie appreciated Sir’s protective nature, she wanted to be with him— needed to be with him.
She began pacing the apartment, contemplating driving down to the Center without his permission, until she heard a polite knock on the door.
Brie walked up to it hesitantly. She took a look through the peephole and saw a courier holding a manila envelope.
Brie asked him through the door, “Could you just leave it on the doorstep?”
“No, ma’am—I need a signature from the person it’s addressed to. A Brianna Bennett.”
She immediately thought of Mr. Holloway. “Could you slide it under the door?”
“That’s highly unusual, ma’am.”
“But could you do it anyway?”
The man grumbled as he bent down and forced the envelope under the gap at the bottom of the door. “The pen won’t fit,” he complained.
“Not a problem; I have a pen. Just a sec.”
Brie picked up the manila envelope and looked it over. It was big enough for legal documents and was addressed to her, although she noticed it did not have a return address on it. She went to the desk, signed her name on the slip for the courier and stuffed it back under the door.
He huffed as he bent down to pick it up. Brie peeked through the hole to watch him leave. Despite the man’s obvious irritation, he tipped his hat before he left. “Thank you,
“No. I tried to get it out of her to spare you, but she was closed-mouthed about it. Claimed it’s a matter of life and death.”
Sir growled angrily. “There is nothing she can say that I want to hear.” He stood up and started pacing in front of window that overlooked the city. “I want her out of my life, once and for all!”
Mr. Reynolds closed his eyes and groaned. “I know, Thane… I’m sorry for this. For all of it.”
Sir snapped, “It is not your fault!” He recovered his inner calm before continuing, “This has no reflection on you. What is imperative is that we eliminate the problem before she can cause any further damage.”
“How can I help?”
“All I ask is that you do not engage her again. Call the cops if you have to, but do not give her an audience. As long as we present a united front, all her conniving will be for naught.”
Mr. Reynolds looked ill when he told Sir, “The reason I came straight over is that she threatened to head to the school next.”
“The security staff has been apprised of the situation. They will be on the lookout for her. Do not concern yourself.”
Mr. Reynolds said with confidence, “Thane, she will not go quietly.”
“Fuck!” Sir began pacing again. Brie could feel the tension in the room rising to dangerous levels. “She will not ruin my life again. I will not allow it!”
“Sir, what are we going to do?” Brie asked, suddenly afraid for him.
“What am I going to do? I’ll wait until I hear from the Center. It’s possible she’s bluffing and I refuse to react to idle threats.”
No sooner had he spoken than his cell phone rang. Sir looked at the caller ID and frowned. “What is it?” he demanded when he answered the call. “Good God, Rachael. Call the police. I’ll be there as soon as possible. Hopefully, she’ll leave of her own accord.”
Sir snapped the phone closed and asked his uncle, “Will you come with me?”
“Of course. No need to ask.”
Sir turned to Brie. “You’ll stay here. I do not want you getting involved with her again.”
She insisted, “But Sir, my place is by your side.”
“No, Brie. Work on your documentary while I am gone.” Before she could protest, he added, “Obey me.”
Brie held in her objection and watched both men leave the apartment in a rush. What could his mother have done to cause Sir to go against his better judgment?
She sat down with her computer and tried to edit her work, but she couldn’t concentrate. She kept contemplating what was happening at the Center. What kind of mother would threaten her son? What was the woman capable of?
Although Brie appreciated Sir’s protective nature, she wanted to be with him— needed to be with him.
She began pacing the apartment, contemplating driving down to the Center without his permission, until she heard a polite knock on the door.
Brie walked up to it hesitantly. She took a look through the peephole and saw a courier holding a manila envelope.
Brie asked him through the door, “Could you just leave it on the doorstep?”
“No, ma’am—I need a signature from the person it’s addressed to. A Brianna Bennett.”
She immediately thought of Mr. Holloway. “Could you slide it under the door?”
“That’s highly unusual, ma’am.”
“But could you do it anyway?”
The man grumbled as he bent down and forced the envelope under the gap at the bottom of the door. “The pen won’t fit,” he complained.
“Not a problem; I have a pen. Just a sec.”
Brie picked up the manila envelope and looked it over. It was big enough for legal documents and was addressed to her, although she noticed it did not have a return address on it. She went to the desk, signed her name on the slip for the courier and stuffed it back under the door.
He huffed as he bent down to pick it up. Brie peeked through the hole to watch him leave. Despite the man’s obvious irritation, he tipped his hat before he left. “Thank you,
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