Shopping for an Heir by Julia Kent

Author:Julia Kent [Kent, Julia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Prosaic Press
Published: 2016-09-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“Morning, Mr. McCormick,” Gerald said, opening the door to the SUV limo.

James glared at the black beast of a car. “Andrew has some of the strangest ideas about luxury,” he grumbled as he climbed in, settling in the middle seat, reaching for the coffee Gerald had procured for the old man.

“Sir?”

“Gerald, do you like driving these SUVs?”

Gerald knew James McCormick was not actually soliciting his opinion. Recently, Anterdec’s CEO and James McCormick’s son, Andrew, had phased out the older limousines and replaced them with SUVs. The elder McCormick hated the change.

Then again, the man hated any change, unless it involved an increase in profits.

“I do, sir, but I also enjoy driving anything but a tank, and asphalt is a luxury.”

James laughed, the sound genuine.

“I would imagine anyone who served our fine country in a combat zone would feel that way, Gerald.”

Gerald liked the old guy, even if he was an arrogant, pompous jerk sometimes. People were complex. No one was perfect. And as a character study, Gerald found him fascinating. Most of the people he saw the elder McCormick interact with either loved him, hated him, or tried to get something from him.

“Yes, sir. You said Dana Farber?” The famous cancer center in Boston was the location for the last two months of appointments.

The brown eyes that met his in the rearview mirror were filled with anger. “Yes,” he said, as if the word itself meant admitting defeat.

“Yes, sir.” Gerald moved the enormous SUV down the street like it was a sedan, enjoying the power of the V8 engine. Andrew McCormick had swapped out all of Anterdec’s traditional limousines just last month, finally getting rid of the handful the company had kept for the elder McCormick. Gerald had shined James McCormick on. He much preferred the SUVs.

The window glass was stronger, the privacy at a higher threshold, and security was easier.

Gerald wasn’t just a chauffeur, after all.

He was a bodyguard as well. James McCormick insisted on hiring drivers with special military backgrounds. Lance, one of the other drivers, had worked for a Blackwater-like private security company before joining the Anterdec team. Two other drivers, José and Tim, rounded out the team who drove the three top Anterdec executives.

Make that two top Anterdec execs.

Declan was gone now.

“Becky?” he heard McCormick say into his phone. “Get me the PR department. I need to schedule a meeting with them to think of ways we can exploit my son’s pending wedding. No, not that son. He’s already married. I’m talking about Andrew. We need a spike like we got from that crazy helicopter escape. Assemble the PR team for a brainstorming session to come up with ideas. What? No! Absolutely not,” he barked into the phone. “Andrew is not to be consulted. It will be presented to him as a fait accompli.”

Click.

McCormick let out a sound of disgust. “Damn kids. They really don’t understand how good they have it.” Gerald swore he heard a touch of South Boston in those words.

“Sir?”

A deep harumph was his only reply.

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