Page 73 of Inevitable Secrets

Taylor spun her chair to the window behind her and looked out over the smog-infested city. She watched the people on the streets going about their day, and once again envy of their simple lives washed over her.

When a knock came again on her office door Taylor groaned and spun back. “Come in,” she called out and was relieved when it was Henry. She hoped he had answers and not more emotional baggage to hand her.

“I got the storage units emptied. The contents of them are currently being moved to the mansion.”

“Them?” Taylor questioned.

Henry nodded. ”Yes, the entire row we drove down last evening? Cedric owned all of it. Everyone single one was filled to the brim with furniture.”

“From where?” Taylor asked.

“No idea,” Henry said. “I had a conversation with Frank.”

“The owner?” Taylor asked, remembering the burned-out sign from the night before.

“He was the owner, now he only manages the place. Cedric was the last owner,” Henry said.

“He bought that place?” Taylor asked, disgusted.

“He did indeed. Cedric wanted so many storage areas Frank told him he would be better off buying the whole place, and he did.”

“Wow,” Taylor said shaking her head slowly as she took that in, “so Cedric owned Frank’s Self Storage.”

Henry nodded, “And guess whose it is now?”

Taylor rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, I am now the proud owner of Frank’s Self Storage?” Taylor mused sourly.

“You got it.”

Taylor shook her head and looked at the clock. “Well, I am going to call it a day. I need to look at those freaking journals,” she said, picking up her phone and calling her husband.

“Yo,” he said as a greeting.

“Yo? Really?” Taylor asked.

“What up, dawg?” he pressed and Taylor laughed.

“I am heading out. The storage place is now housed in the Fletcher basement,” she said.

“I just finished my last conference call. I can check out, too,” Derrick said.

“Perfect, I can’t wait to tell you what I just found out I own,” Taylor said, smirking at Henry.

“God, I hope it’s a restaurant because I am so hungry.”

Taylor huffed, “See you soon.”

Twenty-Two

When Derrick sawthe inventory of furniture in his basement he wondered where the hell it had all come from.

“This is not all from Preston Manor, is it?” he questioned Taylor who looked as appalled as he felt.

Taylor walked forward surveying a bureau. “Some of this looks too new,” she said. “Like he bought it and immediately filled the storage units with it.”

“Totally odd,” Derrick said. He turned to Henry, “How did you get all this stuff here, anyway?”

“I asked Benson,” he said.

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