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Epilogue Part 2
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MaeI dumped an ungodly amount of sugar into the strong black coffee that tasted and smelled like jet fuel. The restaurant my dear brother had picked for us to eat breakfast served the worst coffee on the planet. I should have remembered that fact before I took that first sip that nearly sent me into convulsions.“Do you want some coffee with your sugar?” Patrick asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm.“This is not coffee. This shit is nasty.”“You’re uppity with your coffee,” he replied, taking a sip of the muddy water. “It tastes fine.”Once I had doctored my coffee with enough cream and sugar to turn it a milky brown, I got down to business. “We need to up the game,” I said.He acted as if he didn’t hear me. I stared into his green eyes, which were just a shade darker than my own. He was my big brother and a lot of people commented on how much we looked alike. I supposed we did but he was painted with a darker hue. My fair blond hair compared to his darker shade. My fair skin and his o
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MaeI pulled my little Nissan into the driveway of my family home. It looked like every other home on the street, minus the nice yard and spring flowers. The two-story home was once considered a beautiful house in a nice neighborhood. Over the years, the neighborhood had become less affluent and more average. My parents were part of the downfall. No one ever said it aloud, but everyone in the neighborhood knew my parents were a little off.They weren’t off. They were addicts.I knocked on the front door before letting myself in. If I waited for someone to answer, I could be waiting all day. “Mom?” I called, stepping into the dark foyer.I heard a snort, followed by a growl. No, we didn’t have a family dog. That was the sound of my father snoring. I flipped on a light, not wanting to step on him in case he had passed out on the floor. I spotted him on the couch, facedown. I sighed, shaking my head and not at all surprised to find him that way.“Mom?”“Here,” I heard her answer.I walke
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TysonI used the handkerchief from my pocket to wipe the sweat from my brow. It came away as mud. Between the sweat and the blowing sand, I imagined my face was probably caked with dirt. Looking around the people milling about the dig site, I knew I blended in. It was like there was a dress code for visiting or working an archaeological dig in Egypt. Everyone was in khaki cargo pants and loose, long-sleeved white shirts.Technically, it wasn’t all that hot in Egypt, but the April sun was hotter than it was back home in Philadelphia. I scanned the area, searching the sea of white and beige against the dark earth being neatly piled around the holes being dug. I saw Alec and waved. He was talking to a thin woman with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Alec was always talking to a woman.I waved again to get his attention. He finally noticed me and headed my way. “Hey, boss,” he said with a cheesy grin.“I’m not your boss.”“You are paying me to be here. Therefore, you are my boss.”“D
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TysonI saw the moment I won. Now, we were moving into negotiations. I might have shown my hand by expressing my deep interest in the piece, but I didn’t care. I wanted it. I had already decided it was going into one of my museums, which was really just my private collection that I got to charge people to view. People paid a lot to see my vast collection of artifacts that dated back more than a thousand years.She tossed out a number. I smiled, accepted it, and continued to browse through the artifacts that were lying on the tables. Alec followed behind me. Once I had made my selections, I left Alec to handle the business of payment and procuring the items and the necessary documents.“I’ll meet you at the hotel,” Alec called behind me.I put up my hand, indicating I’d heard him. I pulled on my sunglasses and walked back to the waiting jeep. I was taken back to the hotel by the driver I had hired to run us around. I was anxious to get home. I already knew Alec would be coming back to
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Tyson “Who and where is this place? Do they have a storefront?” I asked Alec.“Not that I’m aware of,” he answered.I smiled. “I really like the sound of that.”He chuckled. “I thought you might.”“Then why would you suggest a merger? Why not just jump to the buyout?”He shrugged. “Because the deal was proposed as a merger. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions.”“Will he go for it?”“I think he will. He proposed a merger, but I get the feeling he is more interested in just getting out of the business in general.”“Can you send me the information? I’d like to do some homework.”He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. He slid it across the table. “That’s him.”I reached for it. “Have you met with him?”“Briefly. It was a quick coffee. I wasn’t interested in getting into a big thing with him if it wasn’t worth my time. I’ve had plenty of other little mom and pop shops reach out. They are always a huge waste of time. They parade their knockoffs and want me to pay them
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MaeParking was at a premium on the crowded street and the yahoo sitting in his limo and staring at nothing didn’t belong. I was forced to do a shitty parallel parking job because of the giant car in the way. Now, the man was staring at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was crazy. It probably wasn’t the best idea to go around pounding on the car windows of strangers. Not in this day and age.“Well?” I asked when he continued to stare at me instead of answering my very legitimate question.He made a move to open the door. I took a step back, ready to kick the door shut if I felt threatened. Hell, I would kick him if I felt threatened. He was still staring at me. He stood, his full height towering over me.I frowned at him. “You do speak English, right?”“Mae?” he said.I took a full step back. Now I was on guard. “Who are you?” I snapped.“Mae,” he said again. “Mae Kendell.”He was going to serve me papers. My parents had somehow managed to retain a high-powered attorney and he thought he c
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