Enthrall Climax (ENTHRALL SESSIONS Book 8) by Vanessa Fewings

Author:Vanessa Fewings [Fewings, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Enthrall Sessions
Publisher: Vanessa Fewings
Published: 2018-02-12T05:00:00+00:00

THAT MEETING WITH HELETE A week ago at The Belgravia Club had fast-forwarded my plan to blow Mia’s cover. Still, my reasoning was sound—should anyone threaten her here our employees would sound the alarm. I’d have my entire staff aware of her VIP status.

She’d get over it.

I strolled out of my office and approached Sue’s desk. “I want to order a bouquet of roses. Twenty-four. Make them red.”

“I love red roses.”

“Make that pink. To be delivered to marketing.”

“Sure.” Sue reached for a post-it note. “Who shall I send them to?”

“Ms. Mia Lauren.”

Her gaze rose to meet mine.

“Write this, ‘I’m excited about your move to my department. I’ll make it as fun and interesting as possible. There’ll be perks.’”

“Sir, that might be construed as…” She raised her hand. “Not that it’s my place to say.”

“It’s not. Add ‘I love you, sweetheart.’”

Her face went pale and I assumed she was running over all her interactions with Mia.

“Right away, please.”

The lift pinged and Shay stepped out. He was carrying an envelope.

He threw a smile at Sue and followed me back into the office. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going good. How’s your day?”

“Busy.” He shut the door behind him and came over to lay the envelope on my desk. “Is Mia up here?” He looked back toward where her new office was going to be situated, a corner space that was almost as grand as mine.

“She’s probably at her cubicle.” I gestured for him to sit. “Why?”

He gave a shrug and shot off a message to her. “She was in a meeting this morning and didn’t check in with me afterwards.”

“You have her checking in with you?”

“Every hour.”

I ran that through my bastard brain and liked it.

Shay took the seat in front of my desk. “Here’s that report you asked for on The Dionysus Club.” He read my confusion. “Nadine.”

“Oh, good.” I was distracted by the thought of Sue ordering the correct flowers after she’d looked dazed. When my attention returned to Shay he was back on his phone.

“Locate her,” Shay snapped the order to one of his men and shoved his phone away.

I rounded my desk and sat on the edge. “What did you find on Nadine?”

“It’s all in there.”

I opened the file he’d brought in and stared at the photo of the girl with the perfect complexion. She’d been photographed coming out of the club. “Can you summarize?”

“Her name’s not Nadine. I’ll start there. It’s Omani. She’s eighteen. I know, I know, she looks younger. You were right to be concerned.”

“Eighteen is still very young for a club like that.”

“She was born in Somalia and emigrated here on a work visa. Her parents are dead. No previous work history. Her passport is stamped with frequent visits to Paris. Helete’s from there, so that’s no surprise.”

“How did you look at her passport?”

“I have a friend in Immigration.” He shrugged. “So, no boyfriend. Seems loyal to Helete.” He sat forward. “The guy who delivered the cake is Helete’s chauffeur.”

“She didn’t hide that very well.” I let out a frustrated sigh.

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