Page 89 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“I think Taby will want to speak to me privately,” I say.

“Of course.”

A bartender approaches us, and I order a whiskey neat, and Cara orders a glass of champagne.

“I’ll be here,” she says as she looks around the room.

I watch as something catches her eye—a door with a code panel next to it. That has to be the Kingpin’s office.

“Maybe I’ll get into a bit of mischief with one of these gentlemen,” she pretends to tease.

The bartender gives us our drinks.

We take them and give each other a slight cheers.

“Don’t get into too much trouble without me, love.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

She sips her champagne, and a playful expression takes over.

“Although I have a feeling that’s unavoidable.”

Right.

No doubt, there will be some type of security system outside the door panel to access the Kingpin’s office.

“Maybe I’ll join in on the fun if I can break away.”

“You’ll have to come find me.”

“Mr. Weston?” a soft voice asks.

Cara and I both turn around to find a petite woman with a clipboard in hand.

“Please come with me.”

“Can my wife come?” I ask.

The woman smiles warmly as she glances between us both.

“No.”

She turns around and starts walking away, expecting me to follow.

“Duty calls,” I whisper to Cara.

“See you soon.”

I catch up to the woman in question and am led through the very security door that we were just eyeing. The woman enters a passcode that I know Cara will catch, allowing her to enter moments after we go through.

“Where are we headed?” I ask casually.

“To Ms. Turner’s private quarters. They’re waiting for you.”

“Private quarters?”

“She doesn’t do this kind of business in the office.”

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