Chapter 117
The days that follow are boring. And, really, who ever wishes for a boring life!? But for me the quiet is bliss.
No attacks, no drop–ins from Council members wanting to take control. No drama from exes or girlfriends. No murder
attempts.
I feel mostly good, and I make it a point to eat lots of veggies and fruits and lean proteins. I’m in ‘nesting‘ mode and focused on staying healthy and positive for my baby. I take a walk each day with my brother.
I’m getting reacclimated with childhood friends and packmates that haven’t seen me since I was a teen.
Liam takes the time to show me more of our packlands and the innovations in the time I’ve been gone. As it turns out, the pack has thrived. There are dozens of new families, and a
slew of kids.
The relative peace gives me a chance to analyze the books for Roberts Corp. and they aren’t pretty. Living expenses are high and it appears that my dad and his packmates have kept up a lavish lifestyle of travel, gambling and a fleet of exotic cars and private jets, even as the company was hemorrhaging
money.
It may be that revenue was so low that they just didn’t bother to curtail spending because it wouldn’t have made a
difference.
But they should’ve tried.
The twenty million from Aaron isn’t going to make a dent–and maybe that’s why he was so chill about offering it in the first
place.
I text him. I’m calling a board meeting.
Time? He texts back.
Noon.
Corporate office?
I’ve never actually been into the main offices. I think I visited once with my dad as a kid.
Yes, I reply. Then I look at Liam. He’s seated across from me in the living room. “Get someone to ready the jet.”
“For when?”
“Now.”
He nods to two of the wolves at the entrance to the living
room. They move off, presumably to prepare things.
Liam looks at me oddly then he stares pointedly at my phone. “Where are we going?”
“California. I’m calling a board meeting.” I glance at the time
displayed on the screen. “And I expect it to start promptly in
four hours.”
“Cutting it kind of close,” Liam says.
“If the board is doing their jobs, they should already be in their
offices.”
He purses his lips. He wants to say something but doesn’t.
“You do know we’re on the verge of bankruptcy,” I remind him.
He nods grimly. “Yes.”
“What aren’t you telling me, Liam?”
His eyes avoid mine. “Nothing.”
Hmm. I’m not convinced.
“I know you go offlands most nights. We’re in a remote corner
of Montana. Hours away from any major city. What are you
up to?”
He shoves his hands into his jean pockets. I see it. The flinch in his eyes. He’s thinking about lying. He’s debating whether he can get away with it because I’m human.
I hold up my hand. “Stop. I’ve been lied to enough. If you don’t want to tell me, don’t say anything. But please don’t destroy
what little trust we have between us.”
He rises from his chair and crosses to me. Then he drops to a kneeling position. “You’re my sister and my Alpha. I swear to you that I’m not doing anything that isn’t aimed at our pack’s
best interests.”
“I know, Liam. I know you’re loyal to our pack.”
He bows his head.
But I don’t think it’s a sign of fealty, I think it’s so I can’t see what he’s thinking…
