wouldn’t be pleased.
He was used to people falling all over
themselves to accommodate him. But she’d decided to move in over the weekend.
All she had to do was pack a few suitcases with enough clothes to hold her over
during the weeks at the penthouse.
She went into her bedroom to check her
reflection in the mirror and straightened the jacket of her black suit.
Because of their separation, she not only
needed a way to make money, she wanted to stay busy, too. She’d decided to
finish out the week at the firm where she’d been offering her consulting
services. Her schedule was flexible, although she stuck to the same
routine—going in mid-morning and leaving six hours later. The project was
almost wrapped up, and today she planned to tell the onsite manager that her
last day was Friday.
The American firm, Midas Investments, Inc., was
based out of Los Angeles and had set up a satellite office in Sao Paulo to
facilitate a joint venture between them and a Brazilian company. She’d found
out they were looking for a consultant after scouring the classified ads. They’d
hired her the same day of her interview, stating it was because of her ability
to speak Portuguese and her experience in mergers and acquisitions.
Jewel had been so happy when she found out
Sabrina was moving back in with Renaldo, Sabrina felt guilty about not being
able to share the details with her cousin. Unfortunately, she had no choice in
the matter because the confidentiality agreement Renaldo had her sign forbade
her to say a word to anyone.
As a good faith gesture, he’d already wired two
million dollars into an account she still had in Chicago. The balance of the
funds would be deposited after the probation period when the mayor could no
longer cancel the contract.
Thirty minutes later, Sabrina stepped off the
elevator onto the floor occupied by Midas Investments. She was greeted by the
receptionist before she went into her temporary office. After working for a
while, she looked up when a gentle knock sounded on the office’s open door.
She smiled when she saw Rick, one of the
analysts from Los Angeles.
“Hey, there,” he said. His dark hair always
looked disheveled and windswept. “Got lunch plans?”
“No, I sure don’t.” Sabrina glanced at the time
on her cell phone. The morning had flown by. “How about in the next thirty
minutes? I’m giving this cash flow valuation one more review before I hand it
over to Jonas.” Jonas Abramson managed the office and everyone working there
reported to him.
“We’re going to miss you around here. You only
have a few more days, right?”
“Yes, and then it’s sayonara . I’ll talk
to Jonas when I’m finished with this and make sure I’ve tidied up all the loose
ends since I won’t be back next week.”
She was going to miss working in the small
office. It made her feel useful and filled the hours with activity—activity
which didn’t allow her to think about her dead marriage and pending divorce.
“Well, you’ll have to get in line,” Rick said.
“He’s got some hotshot executive in his office behind closed doors.”
“Oh, really?” Sabrina scanned the valuation
report, only half-listening to what Rick was saying.
He dropped into the chair across from her and
crossed his ankle over his knee. “Yeah, a local guy. What was his name again…?
I think it’s a common name. It’s…Salvi—no…” He snapped his fingers. “Silva!
That’s it. Silva.”
Sabrina’s heart skipped a beat, and she
immediately looked up. “Silva?”
Rick hadn’t made the connection because Sabrina
had used her maiden name, Porter, when she’d applied for the consulting job.
“Yeah, da Silva. He’s some local big shot.” His
brows drew together. “Hey, what’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a
ghost.”
“When did he get here? Do you know what he
wants? How long has he been in there?”
“Whoa, I don’t know the details. I only know
what the receptionist told me, and
He was used to people falling all over
themselves to accommodate him. But she’d decided to move in over the weekend.
All she had to do was pack a few suitcases with enough clothes to hold her over
during the weeks at the penthouse.
She went into her bedroom to check her
reflection in the mirror and straightened the jacket of her black suit.
Because of their separation, she not only
needed a way to make money, she wanted to stay busy, too. She’d decided to
finish out the week at the firm where she’d been offering her consulting
services. Her schedule was flexible, although she stuck to the same
routine—going in mid-morning and leaving six hours later. The project was
almost wrapped up, and today she planned to tell the onsite manager that her
last day was Friday.
The American firm, Midas Investments, Inc., was
based out of Los Angeles and had set up a satellite office in Sao Paulo to
facilitate a joint venture between them and a Brazilian company. She’d found
out they were looking for a consultant after scouring the classified ads. They’d
hired her the same day of her interview, stating it was because of her ability
to speak Portuguese and her experience in mergers and acquisitions.
Jewel had been so happy when she found out
Sabrina was moving back in with Renaldo, Sabrina felt guilty about not being
able to share the details with her cousin. Unfortunately, she had no choice in
the matter because the confidentiality agreement Renaldo had her sign forbade
her to say a word to anyone.
As a good faith gesture, he’d already wired two
million dollars into an account she still had in Chicago. The balance of the
funds would be deposited after the probation period when the mayor could no
longer cancel the contract.
Thirty minutes later, Sabrina stepped off the
elevator onto the floor occupied by Midas Investments. She was greeted by the
receptionist before she went into her temporary office. After working for a
while, she looked up when a gentle knock sounded on the office’s open door.
She smiled when she saw Rick, one of the
analysts from Los Angeles.
“Hey, there,” he said. His dark hair always
looked disheveled and windswept. “Got lunch plans?”
“No, I sure don’t.” Sabrina glanced at the time
on her cell phone. The morning had flown by. “How about in the next thirty
minutes? I’m giving this cash flow valuation one more review before I hand it
over to Jonas.” Jonas Abramson managed the office and everyone working there
reported to him.
“We’re going to miss you around here. You only
have a few more days, right?”
“Yes, and then it’s sayonara . I’ll talk
to Jonas when I’m finished with this and make sure I’ve tidied up all the loose
ends since I won’t be back next week.”
She was going to miss working in the small
office. It made her feel useful and filled the hours with activity—activity
which didn’t allow her to think about her dead marriage and pending divorce.
“Well, you’ll have to get in line,” Rick said.
“He’s got some hotshot executive in his office behind closed doors.”
“Oh, really?” Sabrina scanned the valuation
report, only half-listening to what Rick was saying.
He dropped into the chair across from her and
crossed his ankle over his knee. “Yeah, a local guy. What was his name again…?
I think it’s a common name. It’s…Salvi—no…” He snapped his fingers. “Silva!
That’s it. Silva.”
Sabrina’s heart skipped a beat, and she
immediately looked up. “Silva?”
Rick hadn’t made the connection because Sabrina
had used her maiden name, Porter, when she’d applied for the consulting job.
“Yeah, da Silva. He’s some local big shot.” His
brows drew together. “Hey, what’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a
ghost.”
“When did he get here? Do you know what he
wants? How long has he been in there?”
“Whoa, I don’t know the details. I only know
what the receptionist told me, and
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