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"That's it, isn't it? You came to me with this shit right after you discovered that story on Hal
Lymon. Obviously my wife's career was unsettling someone up in this son of a bitch."
Henry Thornton swallowed past the lump lodged in his throat. "Trinidad, if you just calm
down and listen-"
"Sorry Henry, but there isn't much of an explanation for this. It's pretty cut and dried." Trin
said, tossing back the drink.
"Trinidad are you telling us that marriage is something you would've preferred never
knowing about?" Gordon Samuels probed.
"Oh yeah." Trin answered without hesitation.
"Well, we felt differently." Jarvis retorted.
"And who the hell are you to make a decision like that?!" Trin snapped, grimacing when the
man flinched. "If anyone had to tell me this, it should've been my wife."
"But she didn't."
"And you took a huge gamble that I didn't know. Tell me, what else did you have in that bag
of tricks? Surely there must've been another big secret to be revealed if your first one didn't do
the job."
Henry raised his hands. "That was it. We swear."
"Bastards." Trin muttered. "I suppose when I didn't quit and storm out of here, you figured
that was it, huh?" He inquired, watching the three men with loathing eyes. "Did you really think
I'd keep working for you after that?"
"We hoped you would. We still do."
"Give it up, Henry." Trin ordered, running one hand over the back of his hair. "Thanks to
this shit, I made a pure mess of my marriage. I want my wife back and it's obvious she can't be in
my life if Morton and Farber is, so this is most definitely goodbye."
The room seemed silent for several minutes. Then, Henry whispered a fierce curse.
"You two bastards have caused us to lose a great asset to this company and you know it." He
told Jarvis and Gordon. "I've stood by and watched you and the boys upstairs pull this crap for
years. Now you've really done it. Do you know what a negative spotlight this is gonna put on
us?"
"Hmph. Henry believe me, my resignation is the least of your problems." Trin muttered,
waving his hand toward the stone-faced threesome. "I've got nothing else to say to you all.
Goodnight."
Gordon and Henry seemed to accept the defeat, but Jarvis wasn't about to leave so quietly.
He shook off their warnings to let it go and went to stand before Trin.
"You conceited, arrogant bastard," he drawled, "do you know how many men would kill to
be where you are? Good men who've paid their dues just like you? Men who would understand
how volatile it could be having a reporter for a wife in a delicate business like this."
Trin gnawed the inside of his jaw. "Leave my wife out of this." His voice grated, as he sent
Jarvis a scathing glare.
"Your wife is dangerous. You are so young and naive; you don't realize that rules are often
broken in a business like this! The last thing we need is a nosey little bitch snooping around our
company. Hell, forget snooping. All she has to do is bang the CEO and she has her exclusive!"
Trin hurled the beaded glass towards the fireplace and it shattered just as he wrenched Jarvis
into an iron hold. Trin grasped the collar of Jarvis's shirt so tightly, the man gasped for air.
"You have no idea what I put her through. I took someone so remarkable, so incredible and I
treated her like garbage." He growled, bringing his face close to Jarvis's. "I treated her like she
was nothing. All because of some old news you jackasses saw fit to dig up and throw in my face.
And I let you. I let it happen. I could've killed her over this bullshit, when it was you who
deserved it all along."
Henry and Gordon finally swallowed their fear and rushed over to help Jarvis. The man was
on his knees, grasping and beating against Trin's hands. The expression on Trin's face had
twisted into something sinister and vengeful. Jarvis was more fearful of that look, than the
hands threatening to squeeze the life out of him. Through Gordon and Henry's combined efforts,
they managed to talk Trin down. They were afraid to breathe sighs of relief when he let Jarvis
slide to the floor.
The haughty, stern, well-known businessman was a shaking mass as his colleagues helped
him out the door. Trin closed his eyes and regained his composure. Afterwards, he helped
himself to one last drink, before grabbing his briefcase and strolling from the office.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
 Trinidad! Mary Hills expressive gaze widened at the sight of her soon to be former boss
leaning against the jamb of her office door.
Trin s grin was broad as he spread his arms.  I hope you didn t think I d leave without a
goodbye?
 I didn t think that. Mary s voice was muffled when she settled into the hug.  I would ve
understood though. She said when she pulled back.
Trin bent slightly while holding onto Mary s arms.  You had nothing to do with that.
Mary sighed and averted her eyes for a moment.  I ve been around here a long time, Trin.
Before the CEO before you even. I know more than I care to about the Morton and Farber brand
of Human Resources.
 And what could you have done about it? Trin gave her a little shake.
Mary bristled.  I could ve spoken up. I didn t and-
 It s in the past. How about we leave it there?
She smiled.  Promise to look me up if you need an assistant?
Trin s sleek brows rose.  You d consider it?
Mary shrugged.  Guess you ll have to call me to find out.
The two were laughing and sharing another hug when Trin s phone chimed.
 Salem. He answered, laughter still coloring his voice.
 Trin? It s me.
 Hey, Trin sent Mary a wink then turned slightly to take the call from his wife.  What s
up?
 Nothing good. Dom sighed.  I ve gotta cancel our lunch date. I m sorry& it s business.
 Not a problem. Trin kept his voice light despite the disappointment over the failed date.
 Is it anything serious?
 No, no nothing major, just a meeting I can t get out of.
 Alright, he bit his lip while tracing an invisible drawing into Mary s desk.  Call me later?
 Promise. Dom said before she blew a kiss through the phone and broke the connection.
 So how are you two doing after all this? Mary asked from the file cabinets.
Trin dropped the façade he was working to uphold. He took a seat on the corner of the desk.
 I think too much has been said& and done.
 Oh I don t believe that, Mary finished filing the last of three folders.  All the love and
adoration between you two? That doesn t just go away.
Trin wasn t convinced. Grimacing, he recalled how alive Dominique had appeared at
Jabrill s with her& dining partner.  Mary& do you think there are some things too painful to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]