Protecting the Heiress. Martha Kennerson

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      The room was quiet for several moments as the sisters stared at each other.

      “It really wasn’t...” Francine said.

      Farrah nodded. “...that serious, I get it, but—”

      “You’re right, it could have been worse, but it wasn’t,” Francine declared.

      “But...” Farrah stared at her sister.

      “They’re doing that weird twin-triplet communication thing again,” Robert whispered to Mary.

      “Hush up,” she replied, smacking Robert on his arm.

      “All right, I might have overdone it a little last night,” Francine conceded.

      Farrah tilted her head and raised her left eyebrow.

      “All right, I overdid it a lot, but I wasn’t in any danger. Happy now?” she asked her sister.

      “And?” Farrah nudged.

      “And I won’t do it again. Can we move on? We do have a client coming,” she said, glaring at Meeks as she flipped through the pages on her tablet with far more gusto then she intended. Francine hated to feel like she was being scolded by anyone, but especially by one of her sisters. She was just thankful that Felicia was on the other side of the world; otherwise, as the doctor in the family, she’d demand to give her a physical exam.

      “As I said, I think we should pass on this one,” Meeks reiterated. “Surely there are other less notable celebrities we could use for this...test.”

      Like hell, buster! Keep it professional, Francine. After Francine gave herself a quick pep talk on the best way to handle the situation, her eyes searched the room before landing on Meeks. “While I appreciate your concern and input, we won’t be passing. I’ve already advised Mr. Morgan of that fact and accepted his very large retainer, so unless Robert’s found something in his background check...” Francine paused long enough to give Robert time to respond.

      Robert looked at Meeks, then back at Francine before he reluctantly said, “Nothing that sends up any red flags. Daniel’s team is available, so if we’re taking the job, we’re ready to go.”

      “That’s great. Let’s move forward.” Francine shot Meeks another look that challenged him to say anything.

      He didn’t.

      “Now, I know Daniel and his team are some of the best guys we have, but I promised Mr. Morgan that I’d stay close to things, so I’m taking the lead on this one.”

      “Hell, no!” Meeks declared, slamming both hands of the table.

      Everyone froze and stared at him. “Excuse me?” Francine said, her eyebrows standing at attention.

      “How many times do you need to be shot to get it through that beautiful stubborn head of yours that—”

      “That what?” she asked, thrusting her chin forward. “We’re not kids that need your protection anymore. You do know that, right?”

      Before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the conference room door just before Kelly flung it open.

      “Excuse me, Mr. Morgan and Tiffany...the Tiffany...just arrived,” she said in an excited voice.

      “Looks like our young intern is starstruck...and a little fickle, too,” Robert said, laughing from behind his sunglasses.

      “Robert,” Mary scolded, hitting his arm again.

      “They’re not supposed to be here for another hour,” Francine protested, glaring at her sister. “You forgot to have Paul reschedule the appointment, didn’t you?”

      “May...be,” she said, giving her sister a sheepish look that a little kid would give when they knew they’d done something wrong. “Look, there was a lot going on with planning the wedding and all.”

      “It was Paul’s wedding, not yours.” Francine reminded.

      Robert smiled at Farrah.

      “I...I mean, he’s basically the brother we never had, and he needed my help. We paid for it,” Farrah declared.

      “Again...still not your wedding.”

      Farrah laughed.

      “They sent them up from the lobby, so I put them in the VIP lounge,” Kelly said.

      Tiffany Tanner was the current big thing in entertainment—a young starlet whose most recent movie had made millions within hours of its opening. She was beautiful, rich and a household name, which made her need for a bodyguard a no-brainer. What was strange was her immediate need for a complete security overhaul.

      “Please show our guests to the conference room next to my office,” Francine said. “Thanks, Kelly.”

      After Kelly closed the door behind her, Francine focused on Meeks. “We are taking this case. The board agreed to this trial period for celebrity personal protection and it’s my job to select which celebrity we’ll be working with. We’re just fortunate that Tiffany was looking for a new agency. Daniel’s team will be assigned, and Farrah and I will be taking the lead. Any questions?” She gave him no time to respond. “Good!”

      Francine stood, collected her things and said to her sister, “Shall we?” She gave Meeks a parting nod before she swept out of the room.

      “Right behind you, sis,” Farrah said. She looked at Meeks, smiled and said, “I guess she told you.”

      “One of you might want to change your hairstyle or something so the client will be able to tell you apart,” Meeks said before they cleared the table.

      Farrah unbound her hair, bowed her head and shook out her long curls. She rose up, fluffed her hair with her fingers and smiled.

      Robert lowered his sunglasses and said, “Damn!”

      Farrah laughed, winked at Robert and left the room.

       Chapter 3

      Damn, man, you sound like a girl! Meeks chided himself for the hair comment.

      He remained at the conference table, fuming at the ridiculousness of it all. He was reluctant to contradict Cine, as his earlier outburst had surprised everyone—including himself. Was the woman trying to get herself killed?

      It was bad enough that that bastard Raymond Daniels—a former enemy who blamed Francine for his arrest—came gunning for her even when he was out on bond. Too bad the cops got to him and put him back in jail before I got ahold of him. Does she have to keep putting herself in dangerous situations? Meeks thought as he picked up his tablet and phone.

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