Mob Mistress. Sheri WhiteFeather
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Название: Mob Mistress
Автор: Sheri WhiteFeather
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
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“If we get too close to our staff, if we encourage affairs with maids or become bosom buddies with our chauffeurs, we’ll invite the wrong kind of employees. We don’t want a bunch of groupies or wannabe mobsters working for us. We’ve always had to be careful not to blur those lines.”
“Why does it matter, if you’re not involved in organized crime anymore?”
“We’re still rich and famous. And we’ll always be notorious. The Hollywood Mob will never go away. Not to the media, not to the FBI, not to anyone who doesn’t believe that we’ve gone straight.”
“I still want her.” Justin wasn’t giving up on Maya. No way, no how.
Richard chuckled. “You’re a Halloway, all right.” He shook his head, sighed. “You’ll have to convince Brian to let you have her. He runs this house. He’s the boss, and I’m the underboss. That part hasn’t changed.”
“Then I’ll talk to Brian when this party is over. I’ll do what I have to do.” To be alone with Maya, he thought. To keep his promise.
And keep her safe.
Maya knew she was in trouble. You didn’t get called into the boss’s office unless you’d done something to displease him.
She headed down the corridor, her sensible shoes squeaking on the black-and-white tiled floor. Mr.B.’s king-of-the-castle lair, with its mahogany furniture and custom-built aquarium, was in the east wing of the house.
Maya knocked, and Brian told her to come in and close the door. She stepped forward. The boss sat behind his massive desk with a holier-than-thou expression. Like Sister Frances, the principal of the Catholic school she’d attended.
Feeling like a knobby-kneed kid, Maya kept her hands at her sides. Sister used to scold her when she fidgeted.
Brian didn’t offer her a seat. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of tropical fish.
And then she saw Justin. He stood near the corner of the aquarium. He’d shoved on a pair of threadbare jeans over his swim trucks, leaving the top button undone. His hair, disheveled from diving into the pool, lent him a bad-boy quality.
Rich and spoiled looked good on him. Too good, she thought, scowling in her mind.
Brian finally told her to sit, which she did, taking a chair near his desk. Justin stayed close to the aquarium, enhancing the marine beauty.
“My nephew spoke to me about you,” Brian said.
Maya glanced at Justin, but he didn’t react, other than to smooth his hair. The ends were still damp.
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