Genevieve walked down the street where her accounting firm was located. She held her heels in one hand and sipped from the hazelnut
tatte in the other. Triday she would present het findings to the multi–million dollar company Charlotte had acquired. To say Charlotte was
restatic to discover it took less than 24 hours for Gen to solve the mystery would be a drastic understatement. She’d called the company
straight away and rescheduled the presentation With the door to her building within sight, her phone started to ring
After some major shuffling of bags, shoes and coffee, Gen smiled down at her screen where her sister’s name appeared.
“Hello,” Gen sang. “How’s the honeymoon? Are you back yet?”
“You promised!” Jada screeched.
Gen pulled her phone away from her ear as she walked up to the door. A man stood on the inside of the glass and Gen paused at the
sight. He was huge, built like a house, his suit jacket strained against the tree trunks most doctors might call arms. His dark brown eyes
pinned her to the spot until she gave a slight wave and motioned at the door with an earnest expression. A smirk played at the corner of
the man’s lips before he pulled the door open for her. She sent him a mouthed “Thank you” before walking into the lobby.
“Jada, what are you talking about?” Gen asked, eyeing the group of men huddled by the elevator. They all seemed as dangerous looking as
the man who held the door open for her. There was a detective agency on the floor above her firm. Maybe they were hiring?
“I’m talking about the promise you made to not go after Accardi,” Jada explained.
Gen sighed as she turned away from the elevator in favor of the stairs. Her firm was on the third floor, it would be far faster to take
those.
“I promised I would go back to the hotel. Which I did,” Gen reasoned as she pushed open the door. Her voice rang out in the concrete
stairwell. Above her head she heard the loud thud of a man walking a floor above her. She tried to glance around the railing and look up
but saw no one.
“Is that really how you want to play this?” Jada asked.
“Look, okay, yeah, I went to his house that night but I left first thing in the morning. I haven’t heard from him since nor do I expect to.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Accardi’s been asking around about you,” Jada told her.
A cold shiver of awareness went up her spine causing her steps to slow on the stairs. “What do you mean he’s been asking about me? How
do you even know? Aren’t you still in Costa Rica?”
The sound of the man’s feet suddenly stopped on the landing above her. She glanced up but still saw no one.
“Mallory’s been calling Louis day and night. Apparently Accardi’s been on a warpath. Rumor has it he’s looking for someone. A woman.
Named Gen.”
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Den leaned back against the wall. She sighed and robbed her for “Look, tada. I’m sorry I lied. Finet. After I saw Brian again, he was the mali person I felt I could go to. I felt safe and ↑ know poly say hery a bad gov but i didn’t see that. If what you claims about him befog a
powerful mafia boss it true don’t woo think he would have found me by now I’m just I’m not the kind of woman je gray, gresi
chasing after, okay? I’m the kind of girl agus cheats on only to give the girl he’s been cheating with everything the girl he’s cheated on has been asking him for Gen sighed again. “That doesn’t even make sense. I needed a man like Matter that night and maybe he needed
Hen mind was suddenly filled with the images she’d discovered during her first online search of the Accardi family Event after event
where Matten had a different woman on his arm. Though she would never admit it to anyone but herself, the pictures had hurt. He’d told
her he never had one–night stands yet he was never pictured with the same girl twice
“He’s forgotten about me by now.” Gen continued. “By the time you get home, he’ll have another girl on his arm. Don’t worry about me.
Tell your husband to block his sister and enjoy your damn honeymoon.
“Gen. I didn’t mean to…”
“I have a really big meeting that I’m already late for. I’ll call you later, “kay?” Gen interrupted.
“Fine. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Gen hung up the phone and let her head hit the wall behind her. A second later she heard the shuffling of feet and the door to her firm open and close above her head. Fuck. Whoever that was just heard every self–degrading remark she’d just made about herself. Gen shook
herself off and walked up the last flight to her floor. She opened the door and glanced around but saw no one around the stairwell door.
Down the hall her and Charlotte’s secretary ran toward her in a panic.
“I know, I know, I’m late,” Gen said, setting her bags down to take off her sneakers and put her heels on. “How long have they been
wasting?” Gen asked as she traded objects with Jasmine.
“Two minutes. They’re fine,” Jasmine grabbed Gen’s arm. “And I do mean fine,” Jasmine emphasized with rounded eyes.
Gen chuckled. “Thanks, I needed that.”
Jasmine shrugged. “It’s part of my job to relay pertinent information. They’re waiting for you in the conference room with Charlotte.”
“On a scale of normal to insane, how stressed out is she?” Gen asked, taking the last few sips of her latte as the conference room came
into view.
*Certifabile, Jasmine said with a nod.
Gen could see the conference room where several men were lounging in the chairs watching a frantic Charlotte pass around water and
flail her hands with excuses as to where Gen could possibly be. She turned around at the door and made the final transfer of her purse
and backpack in exchange for the files and documents she’d prepared the day before.
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“Cod Turk.” Jasmine said. “The CFO at the kind of eyes that I drench your panties. Hesra.*
fed again and shook her head. She formed and walked into the mom. She made pointed eye contact with Cranborne wider food es many flyaways as hairs on her bend
“Where have you been?” she hissed in a whisper.
“I’m literally two minutes late, Hun, calm down,” Gen assured her.
Gen patted Charlotte’s shoulder as she plugged in her usb for the presentation. “I apologize for my tardiness. I had to take an important. call from a family member. My name is Genevieve and I’ll be the one presenting my findings for you today, Gen yard with her back will turned as she synched her laptop with the projector.
“That’s quite alright, Miss Sinclair. You are most definitely a woman worth waiting for,” a familiar voice echoed around the room
Geneveive’s body locked up at the honey smooth Italian–esque accent. She swallowed hard and slowly turned. The man at the end of the table certainly resembled Matteo Accardi. He had the same dark hair and hazel–brown eyes. He was dressed to the nines with a three- piece navy blue suit. He sat lounged back in the chair with one arm propped up on the back of it and his other hand tapping lightly on the conference table. Her eyes were drawn to his knuckles there and the rough skin covering them from one too many fights. Memories played out in her mind of those same knuckles brushing against her soft skin. Rather than having Matteo’s open, curiously amused expression, though, this man’s face was cold, detached and stone–like in a sinister way.
“Genevieve is the best we have at the firm. That’s why we went into business together. She’s phenomenal at getting to the root of a situation,” Charlotte said, nudging Gen slightly before taking the seat beside her.
“Of that I have no doubt,” he said, sitting forward and lacing his fingers together. Then he grinned and Gen gasped out loud. She had a flashback to the last time she’d seen that exact grin as he looked up at her between her legs before he’d put his tongue on her pussy “Well, Genevieve,” Matteo said with a sultry voice that made her knees wobble. “Let’s see if your accounting skills are comparable to your
vanishing ones.”
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I absolutely love the ending of that sentence and chapter! it was great!
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