I bark out a laugh. “With our son? Probably both.”
She grins at me, but before she can respond, there’s a knock at my office door.
“Come in.”
Paul walks in first followed by Knox.
The second Knox sees Eleanor sitting in my office, his eyebrows nearly disappear into his hairline.
“Well, shit,” he mutters. “Mom’s back in the war room.”
Eleanor rolls her eyes. “I’m sitting in a chair, Knox.”
“Yeah, in Robert’s office,” he points out. “This hasn’t happened in months.”
I look over at Eleanor. “See? Everybody notices when you’re gone.”
Her expression softens slightly before she quickly hides it. Paul walks toward my desk and sets down a folder. “We got another problem.”
Immediately, the mood in the room changes. I sit forward. “What happened?”
Paul opens the folder and slides over documents and property maps. “The Sterlings bought another building in midtown.”
My jaw tightens.
Knox walks around the desk and looks down at the map. “That makes three now.”
“Four,” Paul corrects.
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter.
Eleanor stands up from the chair and walks toward us. Instinctively, I reach for her waist as she steps beside me and studies the map quietly.
“What kind of property?” she asks.
Paul points at the paperwork. “Warehouse.”
My eyes narrow. Fuck. I would be less worried if they’d bought a restaurant or a club or some store. A warehouse is not flashy, and it’s not going to be noteworthy to most people.
Eleanor traces her finger along the map slowly and then suddenly goes still.
“What?” I ask immediately.
She glances up at me. “These aren’t random.”
“I already know that,” Knox mutters.
“No.” Eleanor shakes her head and points at the map again. “Look.”
The three of us lean closer.
She taps one property after another.
The last property first. “Warehouse for storage.”
The vacant lot that borders the East River. “Shipping dock for well, shipping.”
She points at the storage units that they purchased last month. “Storage.”
