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Authors: Ednah Walters, E. B. Walters
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download through the USB port. Also, I’d like to go through your video recordings so I can study your people.”
She knew he was right and was impressed by his thoroughness, but he was starting to get on her nerves. The morning had been very stressful and all she wanted to do now was release that tension in the only way she knew—by working.
Faith opened a desk drawer, removed a memory stick, and offered it to him. “I transfer everything from the camera’s hard-drive into this every week and review the footages. I downloaded it last night because of everything that’s been happening, watched it over and over without noticing anything out of norm. Maybe you’ll see something I missed. Anything else?”
He tossed the memory stick in the air and caught it. “No, I’m done for now.”
“Good. I have a lot of catching up to do.” She picked up her phone and started punching numbers.
“You’re not eating lunch?”
“I have a salad in the fridge.” She covered the phone and cocked her brow. “Would you like some?”
Ken shuddered. “No, but I could buy you real food.”
“Ha, very funny. Maybe some other time.”
“Breakfast, lunch, Chinese dinner…lots of rain checks. See you later.”
Faith watched him saunter out the door, disappointment settling on her shoulders. She couldn’t explain her reaction. Perhaps it had something to do with the way she felt edgy whenever Ken was around or the fact that he hadn’t found any spying devices. She needed this problem of her stolen designs to go away. Maybe then she could figure out her ambiguous feelings toward Ken. For now, work beckoned.
“Can I talk to Mrs. Higgins, please?” she said into the phone.
She barely finished talking to Barbs when a knock sounded at the door. “Yes.”
Molly stuck her head in the room. “Do you have a moment?”
“Sure. Come in.”
The salesgirl stepped inside and closed the door. “I, uh, just wanted to see how you’re holding up.”
Faith smiled. “I’m fine.”
“Did Mr. Lambert find anything?”
“No.” She really didn’t want to discuss Ken or his investigation.
“So whoever stole the designs didn’t do it from here?” the salesgirl asked.
Faith frowned. Could Molly be the one conspiring with Sean? The twenty-four-year old wanted to be a designer someday and was planning to take classes at a local college. Often, Faith worked with her so she could learn the business, but working at DHS would be a real coup for her.
“I don’t know, Molly. But if anyone can figure out how they were stolen, it’s Mr. Lambert. He’s very thorough.”
Molly laughed. “Any woman would be lucky to have him on her side. You should have seen the way he tossed out Mr. O’Neal. I think he broke his nose.”
Ken forgot to mention that tidbit, but Faith was touched he felt compelled to defend her. She might take a peek at the footage later and see what she missed. When she looked up and found Molly still hovering, Faith frowned.
“Is there something else?”
The salesgirl shook her head, her black hair flying across her cheeks. “No. I just think it’s unfair someone is stealing from you. You work so hard.”
Faith smiled. “It’s the business we’re in. Don’t worry. We’ll get to the bottom of this. Molly,” she called when the girl turned to leave, “thanks.”
***
After a productive afternoon, Faith was more than happy to lock up and head home. She took a quick shower, dressed, and wolfed down a sandwich to tide her over while at Barbs’ place. Before pulling out of her driveway, she selected a playlist of mixed artists on her MP3 player, which was connected to her car stereo. Soon, a thumping beat filled her car.
Minutes later, she was on Pacific Coast Highway, heading north. The traffic was heavy, the scent of the ocean saturating the air. Her cell phone rang, disrupting her tranquility.
She lowered the volume of the music and adjusted the earpiece. “Yes?”
“Hey,” a soft voice
She knew he was right and was impressed by his thoroughness, but he was starting to get on her nerves. The morning had been very stressful and all she wanted to do now was release that tension in the only way she knew—by working.
Faith opened a desk drawer, removed a memory stick, and offered it to him. “I transfer everything from the camera’s hard-drive into this every week and review the footages. I downloaded it last night because of everything that’s been happening, watched it over and over without noticing anything out of norm. Maybe you’ll see something I missed. Anything else?”
He tossed the memory stick in the air and caught it. “No, I’m done for now.”
“Good. I have a lot of catching up to do.” She picked up her phone and started punching numbers.
“You’re not eating lunch?”
“I have a salad in the fridge.” She covered the phone and cocked her brow. “Would you like some?”
Ken shuddered. “No, but I could buy you real food.”
“Ha, very funny. Maybe some other time.”
“Breakfast, lunch, Chinese dinner…lots of rain checks. See you later.”
Faith watched him saunter out the door, disappointment settling on her shoulders. She couldn’t explain her reaction. Perhaps it had something to do with the way she felt edgy whenever Ken was around or the fact that he hadn’t found any spying devices. She needed this problem of her stolen designs to go away. Maybe then she could figure out her ambiguous feelings toward Ken. For now, work beckoned.
“Can I talk to Mrs. Higgins, please?” she said into the phone.
She barely finished talking to Barbs when a knock sounded at the door. “Yes.”
Molly stuck her head in the room. “Do you have a moment?”
“Sure. Come in.”
The salesgirl stepped inside and closed the door. “I, uh, just wanted to see how you’re holding up.”
Faith smiled. “I’m fine.”
“Did Mr. Lambert find anything?”
“No.” She really didn’t want to discuss Ken or his investigation.
“So whoever stole the designs didn’t do it from here?” the salesgirl asked.
Faith frowned. Could Molly be the one conspiring with Sean? The twenty-four-year old wanted to be a designer someday and was planning to take classes at a local college. Often, Faith worked with her so she could learn the business, but working at DHS would be a real coup for her.
“I don’t know, Molly. But if anyone can figure out how they were stolen, it’s Mr. Lambert. He’s very thorough.”
Molly laughed. “Any woman would be lucky to have him on her side. You should have seen the way he tossed out Mr. O’Neal. I think he broke his nose.”
Ken forgot to mention that tidbit, but Faith was touched he felt compelled to defend her. She might take a peek at the footage later and see what she missed. When she looked up and found Molly still hovering, Faith frowned.
“Is there something else?”
The salesgirl shook her head, her black hair flying across her cheeks. “No. I just think it’s unfair someone is stealing from you. You work so hard.”
Faith smiled. “It’s the business we’re in. Don’t worry. We’ll get to the bottom of this. Molly,” she called when the girl turned to leave, “thanks.”
***
After a productive afternoon, Faith was more than happy to lock up and head home. She took a quick shower, dressed, and wolfed down a sandwich to tide her over while at Barbs’ place. Before pulling out of her driveway, she selected a playlist of mixed artists on her MP3 player, which was connected to her car stereo. Soon, a thumping beat filled her car.
Minutes later, she was on Pacific Coast Highway, heading north. The traffic was heavy, the scent of the ocean saturating the air. Her cell phone rang, disrupting her tranquility.
She lowered the volume of the music and adjusted the earpiece. “Yes?”
“Hey,” a soft voice
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