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Taylor looked at the name on the page before her again. “The name is familiar to me, though. I feel like I’ve seen it recently,” Taylor remarked.
“You have. It was on Cedric’s toxicology report,” Henry said.
Taylor whipped her head up and looked at Henry. “Cedric took this?” Henry nodded. “Well, what does that mean?”
“I have no idea, but I am going to start digging into his life. What his day-to-day looked like. I need to find who he interacted with and if they would still have reason to come after Preston Corp.”
“Perfect,” Derrick said, “you can see if you can gather more information with Taylor tomorrow, because she is going back to Preston Corp.”
“Derrick,” Taylor said in her warning tone.
“Well, that is perfect timing,” Henry said. “It would look weird if I was suddenly poking around if you were not there. Now I can use you as an excuse.”
Taylor glowered at her husband who pretended like there was breaking news on his laptop. She looked at Henry who looked relieved that trying to figure the next part out just got a little easier. Taylor closed her eyes and fumed.
“Heigh-ho, heigh-ho.”
Fourteen
That evening,Taylor left Derrick in bed and went back down to the office of Fletcher Mansion. It made sense for her to head back into the real office, she knew that it was time, but the thought of leaving Derrick here scared her.
And to be honest, the thought of leaving the cocoon of Fletcher Mansion when someone wanted her dead was not all that appealing, either.
So here she sat at the desk trying to get something accomplished and get her mind occupied for a little bit. She needed to make sure business was on track. She needed to make sure Derrick had plenty of rest and time to heal. She needed to make sure Henry got to the bottom of all of this. But most importantly she needed to keep everyone safe.
Taylor rubbed her temples to try and alleviate the pressure that was inside her head. When it didn’t work she threw her head down onto the desk and groaned.
Surely even billionaire CEOs were allowed a temper tantrum from time to time.
When Taylor’s phone chirped next to her head she groaned even louder and picked up her head thudding it onto the table, an action she immediately regretted. She gave a few seconds for the new ache to lessen and then she snaked her arm out and picked up her phone, pulling it to her and opening the screen.
It was a text from an unknown number.
Libby?
Just seeing the name on her screen made her bolt straight upright, any headache completely forgotten.
Who is This?She texted back, afraid she already knew the answer.
Ben.
Goosebumps broke out all over Taylor’s body.
You are in danger Libby.
Taylor looked at the screen and watched as her hand shook.
Are you there? Please Libby you are in danger.
Finally she answered.In danger how?
I need to meet with you and explain.
Taylor processed all the problems around her and all the unanswered questions and suddenly the answer was clear.
Standing, she grabbed her phone and texted,Where can I meet you?
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