The Love Of Money - Episode 56 - Storie by Shary Epic Reads

The Love Of Money - Episode 56
27-07-25 (06:17)

"Good," she said, glancing over my shoulder at the open door to the bedroom. We could see the news on the tv from where' we were standing. "I take it you've seen the news?" I nodded. "Has Erin seen the news?" Helen asked. "Yeah," I replied. "Good. Put her on speakerphone, please." "Alright. It's done," I said, laying the speaker on the bar nearby sol could finish getting dressed. "Erin, I'm reaching out to some of our contacts at the Affiliated Outlet to see if we can get to the bottom of this, but don't think they would give up the source." Erin had already pulled out her phone and typed furiously. "Probably not." "Could you go ahead and start vetting private investigators?" "Yep," Erin said, "Helen, is the purchase of the Dunbar building or Marduke easily traceable?" "No. We purchased them through one of Gerrard's -shell corporations," Helen responded. Erin looked at me, "Sir, I don't know how long it's going take someone to catch on that you've ordered a room here. I have a car downstairs. Since they covered the purchase of Marduke, we could get you there and out of the public eye pretty quickly." "I used to work there. You don't think they'll go snooping around?" I asked. Erin shook her head, "I'm sure a few people will poke around looking for a story, but we can get rid of those pretty easily. No one will get to you here, but the longer you wait to leave, the more they'll likely swarm outside the casino. Then you'll be stuck in a siege. We can figure out what to do next once we get to the Dunbar building." "She's right," Helen said. "Dunbar's security can let any investigators know you no longer work at Marduke. Billionaires don't need to work as financial analysts." That all made perfect sense. "Okay. Let me just get my stuff." "Alright," Helen said over the phone. "I'll meet you at the Dunbar building, and we'll go over a strategy to deal with all this." I heard her hang up the phone on her end as I ran back into the bedroom and grabbed my wallet and card key off the end table. I'd collected some of my belongings while at my apartment yesterday and considered taking them with me. "I have this room for a week. I'll be able to come back here, won't 12" Erin shrugged, "I don't know, but if you need someone to come and get the rest of your stuff, I can always come back. Either way, I suggest we get going soon. This news is pretty fresh, but it's not going to take them long to figure out where' your apartment is, that it was trashed, and that you've been staying at this casino since it happened." Agreeing with her, I followed her out the door. Erin led the way with the help of someone from security through the kitchens to the back of the casino where' the car we'd used yesterday was parked. We managed to get in and move away from the casino without any confrontation and headed toward Marduke. Wednesday, 9:15 am I'd gotten to Marduke without coming across a single reporter or paparazzi, which Erin said was incredibly lucky. Once there, we made a beeline through the lobby without looking anyone in the eye. Entering the elevator, we went straight to the top. Once in my office, Erin headed to her own office to work on finding a private investigator. "I'd recommend staying off the phone," she said. "Don't call anyone. Don't answer calls, texts, emails... nothing. Radio silence till we figure out a strategy." Assuring her that I understood, then she set to work, abandoning me to the silence of the office and my thoughts. I leaned back in my chair and contemplated how all this could have happened. I had no real idea of knowing who was aware of my inheritance. Obviously, YPV's team knew about my connection, as did a handful of people at my primary bariks. The people in Marduke knew something had happened. There was Gina, who I'd fired right after officially taking over the Gerrard estate, but she had no way of knowing about the connection between my late grandfather and myself. What about Bobbi? She knew I'd come into a large sum of money. I'd told her as much, but I never mentioned where' I'd gotten the money from. She had no way of connecting the dots, right? Had left some paperwork at the hotel for her to find? I started second-guessing myself - Bobbi certainly would have had the motive to out me, but did she have the means? The more I thought about it, the more uncertain I was about my caution around Bobbi. I reached for the phone and dialed Bobbi's extension, hoping she had come in. On the second ring, she picked up and said, "Marduke Analytics. This is Bobbi Nanford." Judging by her tone, you wouldn't have thought she had just lost all her assets and had been blackmailed into being at my beck and call. She sounded completely normal. "Hey Bobbi," I said. "Glad you made it in today." "Oh." Her tone grew flat and disappointed. "What do you want?" I had no idea how she could heat my temper so quickly. I was usually an even-keel guy, but Bobbi had this uncanny ability to know exactly the right thing to set me off. Until a few days ago, I'd responded by being intimidated. Now, I was just mad. "Shut the fuck up, finish what you're doing, and get the fuck up here. You have thirty minutes." I hung up the phone, not waiting for a reply from her, and stewed on the fact that Bobbi had every reason to want me to suffer. The more I mulled over that fact and questioned whether or not I'd left something out that I shouldn't have for Bobbi to see, the more convinced I was that she had leaked my business to the world. My phone buzzed on the desk, and I glanced at it, it was my mom, calling for the third time within the past hour. I picked it up and hit decline, then scrolled through my notifications. Since the story broke this morning, I received calls from my mom, dad, Dillon, and four other close friends. There was a call from Natalie. I had five missed calls from my brother Jacob and two from my youngest brother Richie. There were a few more from more distant relatives and several I didn't know. Strangely, the only immediate family member who hadn't called was my older sister Emily. Since she and I had the closest relationship, would have expected at least one call from her already.
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