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her?
    Indeed,
the right decision was to move on and forget about the woman with sable hair.
    Yet
he still wondered…would he ever see her again?

 
    SIX
     
     
    Jack
couldn’t understand how or why he took back his old job at Benson Kohler. Not
only would Gerald Hesterling have blocked his rejoining the firm, but Jack’s
own principles virtually forbade him from such a move. What possessed him to do
it?
    Nevertheless,
he was there. His chair felt just the same as it always had. Nothing in the
office had been disturbed since his departure. He gazed through the window
behind his desk at the millions of city lights of Los Angeles—a spectacular
sight he genuinely missed from those many nights working late.
    The
firm’s suite was completely quiet—no printers running, no coughs or keyboard
strokes echoing throughout the floor. Only silence.
    No
one else is here. It must be late.
    He
turned his arm to check his watch, but it wasn’t there, a tan mark occupying
the place on his wrist where the Piaget would normally be. He shook his head
and closed his eyes to regain perspective on the moment, but was soon disturbed
by a woman's voice.
    “I’m
sorry, Jack,” she said.
    Jack
opened his eyes.
    Sarina
sat on the edge of his desk, wearing the same outfit she did that day on the
beach, the faded stain of her blood still tainting the white silk blouse.
    Jack’s
heart leapt as he grabbed hold of the arms on his chair. “What are you doing
here?”
    “I
came to apologize,” she said. “I really do want a relationship with you, Jack. Please
give me another chance.”
    “Of
course,” he said as he rose from the chair and walked around the desk. He took
her hand and led her to her feet so he could wrap his arms around her.
    Sarina
kissed him. “Make love to me, Jack. Please. Rip my blouse like you did that
evening on the beach.”
    Obeying
her command, Jack he tore the garment apart with brutal strength, the buttons
flying away wildly. There was no bra underneath the blouse this time. Just her
lovely, bare breasts.
    Sarina
cried out in delight of his aggression, and she threw back her head in slow
motion, her hair dangling behind her. She gasped as Jack grabbed her by the
waist and pulled her toward him, his lips and tongue caressing one of her
nipples, and Jack could feel the sensations rippling through her. He savored
the salty taste of her skin as he tantalized her flat tummy with kisses, and he
became so consumed that he failed to realize that another person had entered
the room.
    The
loud voice startled him. “Where’s the Antonucci file?”
    Gerald
Hesterling’s dumpy little body and protruding stomach stood in front of them,
the expression on his face ugly and offensive.
    Jack
rose up and pulled Sarina against him to hide her naked flesh, surprised that
she hardly seemed disturbed by the man’s presence.
    “What
are you doing?” Jack barked. “Get the hell out of my office, Gerry!”
    Hesterling
ignored his request and raised a small revolver from his side. “Cindy says you
took my file by mistake, but I don’t believe it for an instant! Give it to me!”
    Jack
looked at the edge of his desk. A file lay there with the name Antonucci,
Enzo printed on the label. He lifted it up and offered it to the man
apologetically, struggling to retain his composure while his heart raced out of
control. “Take it easy, Gerry. I thought this was the Astor International file.
My mistake.”
    Hesterling
leaned forward and snatched the folder from Jack’s grasp before stepping
backward toward the doorway, the gun still pointed at them. A wicked smile
crept up on one side of his mouth. “How convenient I found you both here.”
    Jack
struggled to pull Sarina around as the gun fired, but the bullet entered her
torso in exactly the same place where she had been shot before, and she fell into
his arms.
    “You
bastard!” Jack set Sarina’s limp body over the top of his desk and lunged for
Hesterling’s gun. But the following