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I frowned. “You’re complicit, not a culprit, Mary,” I replied.
“Whatever. My grandson works for The City. Nasty newspaper, should just be used as arse wipe, I bet they’d love that kind of scandal.”
“Mary, I think I love you,” Mackenzie said. He snatched the envelope from the desk and gave it to her to copy all the documents but kept hold of the tapes.
When it was copied, she placed all the documents in a brown envelope and called her grandson. She then admitted he was a mailroom worker but that it was a perfect location for him to be able to deliver the envelope to the right person without it falling into anyone else’s hands. She threatened to slap me upside my head—I pondered on that location,upsidemy head and wondering where thedownsidewas likely to be—when I asked if he was both reliable and not likely to run off with the documents thinking he can make a quick financial return on them.
“He’s the only one of my lot that’s bloody sensible. Wants to be a journalist, he does. Loves the trees and environment. Scuba dives as well,” she said, puffing up with pride.
Gabriella placed her hand on Mary’s arm. “He sounds wonderful, Mary. And I’m also sure a little financial reward from these two actually should be expected,” she said, raising her eyebrows at us.
Faced with the two of them, there was no argument. Mackenzie pulled out his wallet and when Mary saw the colour of the note being pulled, she coughed, he grabbed a couple more. She took the money and the envelope, slung her bag over her shoulder and left the office.
“Is that going to be the end of it?” Gabriella asked.
I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I do have the advantage of knowing how the system works and who’s who when it comes to thisnetwork. I might spread the word in other areas and see what we can do.”
“I think your mom will be pleased to know that Duncan, even though that might not be his name, isn’t the baddie she thought,” Gabriella said.
I couldn’t have agreed more. “It would be a shame if she returned to her depressed state, I must admit.”
“Why don’t we take her out to dinner, all of us?” she asked.
“There is a rather lovely restaurant not far from where she lives,” Mackenzie said, I saw the smirk form on his lips.
I widened my eyes in his direction. “Jesus, Mackenzie. Take my mother to a sex club? Honestly, back in the sixties I’m sure she visited loads but… It actually might be nice for her to meet up with Veronica, but let’s choose a pub somewhere.” I chuckled at the thought.
“What are you doing this evening?” Gabriella asked.
“I shall be catching up on some paperwork, reading a book, and having an early night, probably,” I said.
That evening Mackenzie was taking Gabriella to dinner. “I feel odd going out and leaving you at home,” she said.
“You can always come over when you’ve eaten,” I replied.
“Sounds good. Now, I have some work to do before I head home to get ready.” She leaned up and gave me a brief kiss before walking back into her office.
We’d wasted a good half a day at the club, then the rest of it with the police. By the time I got back to my office, it was mostly empty. I gathered what I needed and called down for a car myself.
* * *
I must have dozed off, as I jolted awake at the sound of the buzzer.
“Hello?” I asked into the intercom.
“It’s me, is it too late?” Gabriella said.
I pressed the button to release the door. I waited by the apartment door and smiled when she exited the lift. “It’s never too late for you,” I said.
“I wasn’t sure. Mackenzie was late to pick me up, as usual. The service was terribly slow and the restaurant super noisy. We couldn’t really chat, to be honest. Still, it was nice to spend some time with him. I think I’m a very lucky girl to have you both in my life,” she said.
I stepped to one side and allowed her to walk into the apartment before me and I admired the view, as always. She stopped in the middle of the lounge and turned to look at me. I didn’t speak for a while, just visually drank in her curves, mentally caressing every one.
She raised her eyebrows and smirked. She placed her bag on the sofa and then slowly unbuttoned her shirt, letting it slide from her shoulders to reveal a white lace bra. Then she reached around to undo the zip of her pencil skirt, it too slipped to the floor and she stepped out of it.
She stood there in her underwear, hold-ups and fuck me high heels. I watched in awe as she reached up to pull out the pins holding her hair in a messy bun. It cascaded over her shoulders and she used her fingers to ruffle the curls.
I strode towards her and, grabbing each side of her face and holding her head, I kissed her. It was a brutal, lip bruising kiss. As stupid as it was, I was reclaiming her. I wanted her to taste me, to feel the hardness of my cock as she stepped closer. I wanted her to smell me. She fisted my shirt in her hands as she moaned into my mouth. I took her breath and held her tight.
