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“Mr. Moss, Miss Sullivan will arrive at one this afternoon to sign her paperwork.”

Lance smiled. “Thank you, Kimberly. Have her meet me on the ninth floor please.”

The woman agreed and Lance turned back to his computer screen.

He hadn’t laid eyes on her since she was in the hospital in Colorado, and he was dying to see her again. How would she react to her new set of offices? A glance at the clock told him he had another two hours to wait before he found out.

With Solitaire being closed until further notice, he’d been spending his nights digging into every member again. They’d done background checks before accepting anyone, but background checks weren’t always enough. It was time to look at digital footprints for everyone.

Eli was convinced the club was being targeted by Nicholas Sutton as revenge, and Lance saw no reason not to agree with him. In fact, he had a theory that the attacks on his own company were part the same quest for revenge. First, Troy Wilson had kidnapped Holly as a means to get to Elijah. Then, Patrick had been framed for a diamond heist. Those two were obvious. Garrett didn’t have a connection to Sutton, but when he dug deeper, he discovered that Garrett bought lab produced diamonds from his friends and now that he was diving into the world of using diamonds for data storage, so did he. Nicholas Sutton was attempting to take down those involved in the lab produced diamond business, specifically, those involved with David, Patrick, and Elijah’s diamond venture. He just didn’t know how to prove it or how the old bastard had pulled it off.

Three months ago, Eli asked him to dig deeper into Grant Sterling, saying he didn’t trust him. Was it just that he didn’t like the man? Holly Barrett had dated Grant before she met Elijah. Doms like him were notoriously jealous. Hell, Lance wanted to hunt down whatever little submissive boy Marissa had tied up and fucked and cut his balls off and she’d done that after their breakup.

Marissa had just as big of a jealous streak, so it wasn’t just a Dom thing.

Grant also worked for Nicholas Sutton as a close confidant and PR specialist. It was entirely possible that he was helping Sutton get his revenge. He sighed, knowing he needed to put this out of his head for a little bit.

He settled behind his desk and forced himself to focus on the task of paperwork that his assistant had begged him to do. He would much rather be down on one of the programmer floors working on code but she was threatening to quit if he didn’t catch up on paperwork so she could get her records back in order.

An hour later, he stepped into her office and handed her a stack of folders.

She grinned and pointed to the inbox on her desk.

“Thank you, Sir. Want me to let you know when Miss Sullivan arrives?”

Lance shook his head. “I’m going to head to the ninth floor and wait for her.”

Kimberly quirked an eyebrow up. “Anxious, are you?”

He gave a shrug. “I’m putting her in charge of an entire arm of the company, yeah maybe a little.”

“You sure it doesn’t have something to do with more… personal things?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re not normally the nosy type.”

She chuckled. “I like Miss Sullivan. I always have.”

With a shake of his head he strode through the glass doors into the hallway and rode the elevator down to the ninth floor.

Pulling a tablet from the bag he usually carried through the building, he settled behind a newly installed receptionist desk and propped his feet up to work on one of his many projects.

At exactly one, he saw a shadow pause in front of the frosted glass door. He fought the urge to stand and open it.

A feminine hand brushed at the letters painted on the door before it slowly pushed open.

He kicked his feet off the desk and stood as Marissa stepped into the room.

“What is this?” she asked quietly.

His first thought was that she clearly hadn’t been sleeping. Dark circles ringed her eyes and her face was too pale. His fists clenched as he fought the urge to scold her. His second thought was that he liked her hair short despite the fact that he didn’t think he would.

Instead he rounded the desk and handed her a thick folder.

“We’re in your new offices. Well… some of them anyway.”

“Some?” She took the folder as she looked around the spacious lobby.

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