Valley of the Kings by M.E. Clayton

Author:M.E. Clayton [Clayton, M.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, mafia, alpha, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Kasen~

Placing my briefcase on my desk, I was looking forward to a hot bath when I got home. Though Nero had made his preferences clear about me showering at night, I felt beat enough to not care. Besides, he’d been considerate enough to let me know that he had some business to attend to tonight, so it wasn’t like he was going to be home when I broke the rules. Plus, after the stunt that he had pulled on Monday, he was going to have to let me have my baths, though that wasn’t a complaint in the least. The sex over my desk had been hot enough that I planned on asking for more this weekend.

As soon as I sat down, my desk phone rang, and I already knew that it was my final appointment for the day. A gentleman named Jonathan Smith had called earlier this week for a consultation about something to do with receiving stolen goods.

After assuring our receptionist, Darlene, that I’d be right down, I grabbed one business card, a fresh notepad, a pen, and my phone. I only bought suits that had pockets in the inside lining of the jacket for my phone. If I was wearing a pantsuit, then I didn’t have to worry about where I put my phone, but when I was in a pencil skirt, I needed the jacket pockets.

When I walked into the lobby to greet Jonathan Smith, it became immediately clear that he was not a Jonathan Smith. While I knew that I was racial profiling, I’d been raised by my father enough to recognize a Made Man when I saw him. Though I’d say that ‘Jonathan Smith’ might be a German by the way that he looked and carried himself, I couldn’t be sure.

Though he wasn’t very tall, he was a lot taller than my five-foot-three. He also had blonde hair and blue eyes, making him look typical when you thought about Germans. He seemed to be in his late thirties/early forties, and he also seemed like it’d be a bad idea to underestimate him. He was doing his best to come across as unassuming, but I knew better.

“Mr. Smith,” I greeted as I held out my hand. “I’m Kasen Milano.”

“Ms. Milano, I am Jonathan Smith,” he greeted, and though his English was good, there was no disguising his accent. There was also no ignoring the fact that Jonathan Smith was not his name. So, instead of escorting him to my office like I would most clients, I chose to have our meeting in the lobby conference room for the first time ever.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Smith.” I gestured towards the right. “If you’ll follow me, we can begin discussing your concerns.”

Once we entered the room, I shut the door, and I waited until ‘Jonathan’ sat down before taking a seat across the table from him. Like most of the conference rooms in the building, the walls were clear glass, though they came with frosting capabilities if you needed privacy, though our clients didn’t know that.

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