The Quiet Professional by Michael Byars Lewis

Author:Michael Byars Lewis [Lewis, Michael Byars]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780991476480
Publisher: SATCOM Publishing
Published: 2019-08-26T16:00:00+00:00

Helena sank into the plush couch, reading Napoleon Hill’s classic, Think and Grow Rich. She had read it several times over the years; it was one of her favorites. She took a sip of Chardonnay and glanced at Maison. He seemed agitated and snapped his phone closed and stuck it in his pocket. He stood, not acknowledging she was in the room. His mind drifted elsewhere.

“Where are you going?”

“It’s Sarathoon. There’s a problem with Ben Harris.”

Helena set her book on the coffee table, leaning toward him.

“What kind of problem? Where is he?”

“He’s downstairs.”

“What?” Her jaw tensed as she rose from the couch. More secrets. “Downstairs? How did this happen? Are you aware of the danger of having a U.S. military officer held prisoner in your home?”

“Relax, my dear. The man downstairs is not Ben Harris. Sarathoon called. Nimol and Ponleak apparently grabbed the wrong man. I’m going to see for myself.”

Her posture remained rigid and unflinching. “But they got the little girl. And Ben Harris was the one with her, right?”

She could see Maison thinking. Finally, something he didn’t tie together as quickly as she did.

“Yes.” He paused. “Let me go see what we have here. Somehow, this man was mistaken for Ben Harris. I need to find the connection.”

"Maison, your mansion is turning into a petting zoo for wayward souls. Do you forget we have a greater goal planned?" The sarcasm in her voice was evident.

His body tensed. Yes, she pushed him too far. He stepped toward her and slapped her across the face. Helena fell back to the couch, more a result of attempting to dodge the slap than the actual force.

“Don’t talk to me that way, bitch,” he screamed. “I know damn well what my plan is. This is my house. I will dictate who stays here—and who leaves.”

Maison turned and left the room without giving her another glance. She touched the side of her face. Her pride hurt worse than her cheek.

She stood and walked to the mirror. Her cheek held the red impression where his palm hit. It stung but barely. Staring at her reflection, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Who was she? How did she let herself get in this position? Life was all about choices. She knew that. The choices she made put her here. Every time he hit her, she second-guessed her life choices.

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