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Kate Meilers

Project Consultant

Torzial Consulting Firm

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Yes, and they were right. Do what I say!! I also happen to know it makes you hot!

Chase H. Prestian

Chief Executive Officer

Prestian Corporation

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Incorrigible!

Kate

Kate Meilers

Project Consultant

Torzial Consulting Firm

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“Kate, I’m going todrop you off at the entrance while I park the car. We’ve got people stationed around Torzial, and someone outside each floor of the elevator, so you won’t be alone,” Jay says.

“I appreciate that, Jay but Torzial is pretty safe,” I say.

“Kate, Chase and I have our numbers programmed into the phone he gave you. A call to 9-1-1 trips a call back to us. If you ever find yourself in real trouble hit the button programmed to 9-1-1. It’s labeled here,” he says, showing me the button. “Then you only have to worry about one button and we’ll know,” he explains.

“I’m sorry, Jay. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, it’s just a little overwhelming at times. I will try to make things a little easier for you guys,” I state, feeling a little guilty knowing he is only attempting to do his job.

“No need to apologize, Kate. We just want to make sure you’re safe,” he assures.

I recognize one of the security details, whom I have not been introduced to yet, as I get into the elevator and press the 16thfloor for Torzial. I greet Melinda, who has been with the company for more than five years and is always smiling and pleasant. We talk about her family and the recent trip to Aruba for a few minutes before I make my way to Jenny’s office.

She is behind her desk poring over papers in front of her. Her shoulder-length brunette hair falls in soft waves around her face and her green eyes show her surprise at my arrival as she looks up.

“Kate, I was so worried about you. Are you okay?” she asks, coming around the desk to hug me tightly.

“Yes, I left you a voicemail that I wouldn’t be home last night. Didn’t you get it?” I ask.

“Kate, I got it. You haven’t seen the newspapers today, have you?”

“Jenny, I haven’t seen anything this morning except email.”

“Shit, I hate to be the one to break it to you, Kate, but you’re all over the papers this morning,” she says as she walks over to the cabinet and pours each of us a cup of coffee from the carafe. She turns on the big screen with the remote as she sits back down and pulls the story from the Midwestern up.