Page 2 of Grave Kisses (Graveyard of Hearts Collection #1)
Marcus
Jet lag is a bitch. I’m exhausted but wired at the same time.
Dad has been so goddamn secretive about what’s happening to Alan’s shares of Vanderbilt Technologies and CyberSafe as a whole.
His death was so unexpected that I haven’t quite processed it.
He was a good man. It’s too bad he and his son were estranged.
I’m guessing he will move back and take over, but I don’t know.
Dad said he wasn’t at the funeral, but neither was I.
People have lives, and death doesn’t wait for it to be convenient.
I was across the world when I got the call, and I didn’t get back until well after midnight last night.
I am meeting with Jesse Huber, the lawyer who handles Vanderbilt and all its subsidiaries.
She took over her father’s firm a few years ago and seems to be doing a great job.
I tried to get information out of her too, but she won’t budge.
Not even Alan’s executive assistant would tell me when I texted her last night.
Not that I talk to her all that much anyway.
Three people own shares for Vanderbilt. I own forty percent.
Bellamy, my best friend and the owner of Teller Security, owns thirty, and Alan's estate owns the final thirty. If Archer is taking over, fine, but I deserve to know that. If it’s being sold, I should be the one leading that sale.
I have to work with the damn person after all.
I am sitting in my truck drinking coffee when there is a knock on my window. I look up, and Bellamy opens the door. “Hey, man,” he says.
“Hey,” I huff. “Dad isn’t coming.”
“Why?
“He and Mom went on their vacation a week early. He said, ‘Everything will be fine, son,’ and left.”
“Ah. Well, I think someone else is here to hear the will read. I don’t know why she can’t just send a damn letter,” Bellamy says.
“What do you mean someone else is here?” I ask as I get out of my truck and shut the door.
“There’s a newer Toyota Sequoia parked beside Jesse,” Bellamy says with a shrug. “They’re still in it.”
Right as I turn to the vehicle, the door opens and a woman steps out.
She has natural strawberry blonde hair loosely pulled back so it flows down her back and over her shoulders.
Her tits are more than a handful and natural.
God, every inch of her is fucking stunning, and she is young, maybe in her late twenties.
She looks innocent, but if she’s here, she’s after his money.
Not that I think Alan would have fallen for some gold-digging whore, but he was by himself once Archer left.
Loneliness will make you do all sorts of things.
Bellamy and I walk into the office behind the woman. She holds the door for us, and I furrow my eyebrows at her. “Who are you?” I ask.
“Kendra? Who are you?” she asks, matching my tone.
“That’s Marcus,” Jesse says. “Don’t be a dick, Marcus. Come on.”
“Nice to meet you, Marcus,” Kendra says simply. I look at Bellamy, and he smirks.