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Angie got the mug shot from someone on the inside. A cop.”
Val’s breathing picked up.
“I swiped the mug shot from her file before she got a chance to see it.” Roman met his eyes. “She doesn’t know about it. But whoever gave it to her does, and they’re probably following up. Be careful who you talk to, and where you do it.”
“I won’t talk about it with anyone, anywhere, because I don’t talk about it. None of us do.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Roman cut his eyes at Val.
“We were trying to protect you, Rome. The fact that you even know now is tearing me up.”
Roman jammed his eyes closed, shaking his head as the cigarette burned between his fingers. “Not about the Blacks,” he said. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew who my real father was? That you knew all along?”
Val squinted.
Roman pressed on. “In the study, you told me that Knox was working that night. That he was one of the people who made all this shit go away.”
Val cringed. “Knox Jefferson is your real father?”
Roman heard the shock in his voice, and he saw it in his eyes. “You didn’t know?”
Val cursed under his breath and ran his fingers through his hair. “This is so fucked-up.”
“You didn’t know.” Roman took a deep breath. A silence passed before he tossed his third cigarette of the morning. “Pull yourself together,” he said, nodding out of the window and toward the Novsky building, where employees were already filing inside across the street. “We’re late.”
***
After checking in with security in the lobby the next morning, the elevators dinged open at the very top floor, and Jessica was met with the captivating Novsky sign. Bolted to the wall, the floor-to-ceiling sign stretched from one end of the sprawling entryway to the other.
The young African American girl behind the frosted reception desk gave Jessica a brilliant smile. “Good morning. Welcome to Novsky, how can I help you today?”
Jessica clutched the desk and looked to her left.
Val hadn’t lied. There were no walls. From the welcome desk, she could see every inch of the office.
Four rows of white computer desks sat in the middle of an enormous room, with employees tapping away on desktop computers. Mini hammocks hung from the vaulted ceilings in one corner, employees rocking back and forth with their work cradled in their laps. In the other corner, a large staircase led the way to a stainless steel slide that dropped from the ceiling to the floor. Next to the slide was a large circular recliner, perfect for office meetings. A bright splash of red had been painted on the far wall, a perfect offset to the red beanbag chairs sprinkled all over the room.
“It’s unconventional,” the receptionist said, reclaiming Jessica’s attention. “Mr. Romanovsky will be pleased to hear that another person’s mouth fell open at the sight of the office.”
“It’s no wonder his employees are so loyal. Who wouldn’t be when there’s a giant slide to play on all day?”
The receptionist laughed. “You must be Ashley Williams, Mr. Romanovsky’s nine o’clock.”
Jessica’s eyebrows jumped. This girl was good.
“He is in a meeting at the moment. Just take a seat and I’ll call you when he’s ready.”
Jessica thanked her before making her way over to the plush red chairs in the waiting area. She took a seat opposite the only other person waiting, a heavyset blonde woman.
“You here for the graphic design position?” the woman asked.
Jessica nodded. “My interview is at nine.”
“Mine was at eight.”
Jessica checked her watch. “It’s eight fifty.”
The blonde nodded to the left, and Jessica’s eyes followed. At the end of a hallway tucked in the farthest corner was an office lined with glass. On the other side of that glass she saw all four brothers and a dark-skinned black man. Jessica recognized that man as Reggie King, the
Val’s breathing picked up.
“I swiped the mug shot from her file before she got a chance to see it.” Roman met his eyes. “She doesn’t know about it. But whoever gave it to her does, and they’re probably following up. Be careful who you talk to, and where you do it.”
“I won’t talk about it with anyone, anywhere, because I don’t talk about it. None of us do.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Roman cut his eyes at Val.
“We were trying to protect you, Rome. The fact that you even know now is tearing me up.”
Roman jammed his eyes closed, shaking his head as the cigarette burned between his fingers. “Not about the Blacks,” he said. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew who my real father was? That you knew all along?”
Val squinted.
Roman pressed on. “In the study, you told me that Knox was working that night. That he was one of the people who made all this shit go away.”
Val cringed. “Knox Jefferson is your real father?”
Roman heard the shock in his voice, and he saw it in his eyes. “You didn’t know?”
Val cursed under his breath and ran his fingers through his hair. “This is so fucked-up.”
“You didn’t know.” Roman took a deep breath. A silence passed before he tossed his third cigarette of the morning. “Pull yourself together,” he said, nodding out of the window and toward the Novsky building, where employees were already filing inside across the street. “We’re late.”
***
After checking in with security in the lobby the next morning, the elevators dinged open at the very top floor, and Jessica was met with the captivating Novsky sign. Bolted to the wall, the floor-to-ceiling sign stretched from one end of the sprawling entryway to the other.
The young African American girl behind the frosted reception desk gave Jessica a brilliant smile. “Good morning. Welcome to Novsky, how can I help you today?”
Jessica clutched the desk and looked to her left.
Val hadn’t lied. There were no walls. From the welcome desk, she could see every inch of the office.
Four rows of white computer desks sat in the middle of an enormous room, with employees tapping away on desktop computers. Mini hammocks hung from the vaulted ceilings in one corner, employees rocking back and forth with their work cradled in their laps. In the other corner, a large staircase led the way to a stainless steel slide that dropped from the ceiling to the floor. Next to the slide was a large circular recliner, perfect for office meetings. A bright splash of red had been painted on the far wall, a perfect offset to the red beanbag chairs sprinkled all over the room.
“It’s unconventional,” the receptionist said, reclaiming Jessica’s attention. “Mr. Romanovsky will be pleased to hear that another person’s mouth fell open at the sight of the office.”
“It’s no wonder his employees are so loyal. Who wouldn’t be when there’s a giant slide to play on all day?”
The receptionist laughed. “You must be Ashley Williams, Mr. Romanovsky’s nine o’clock.”
Jessica’s eyebrows jumped. This girl was good.
“He is in a meeting at the moment. Just take a seat and I’ll call you when he’s ready.”
Jessica thanked her before making her way over to the plush red chairs in the waiting area. She took a seat opposite the only other person waiting, a heavyset blonde woman.
“You here for the graphic design position?” the woman asked.
Jessica nodded. “My interview is at nine.”
“Mine was at eight.”
Jessica checked her watch. “It’s eight fifty.”
The blonde nodded to the left, and Jessica’s eyes followed. At the end of a hallway tucked in the farthest corner was an office lined with glass. On the other side of that glass she saw all four brothers and a dark-skinned black man. Jessica recognized that man as Reggie King, the
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