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She knew her sister would, which was all the more reason to keep it calm and professional.

As the older twin, London was always the shield, Paris, the voice of reason.

It was a dynamic that worked well for them.

“I’m just glad you weren’t here. Then we’d have to worry about the lawsuit after you attacked him.”

London grinned. “Damn straight. Anything that makes you break out that much chocolate means I would have been throwing punches.”

She laughed and put her head on her twin’s shoulder. “Thanks for that. I’m feeling better now. I’ll make the call, but go tell Molly she can leave for the day. I feel horrible. I have to make it up to her.”

“Don’t pick up that phone yet,” London warned, pointing her finger.

“I won’t.”

She just needed a moment to gather her thoughts, her words, and her frustration before she could line it up in the best way possible to deliver her message that they should have damn well listened to her from the beginning.

Not only that, she’d remind them she was affiliated with The Carlisle Group and it was not how they operated, nor did they want clients who did the same if it resulted in actions like this afternoon.

Throwing West’s name around would get her point across.

6

HER ARMOR

Fletcher looked up on Monday morning to see Braylon standing in his doorway. “Got a minute to come to my office?”

“Of course.”

He stood and followed Braylon to the other end of the suite. Braylon was close to West, other departments on the other side.

He didn’t say a word, didn’t let the silence get to him either.

Braylon was normally more chipper and upbeat. If he was quiet there was a reason for it and he’d find out when they were ready to tell him.

When he turned the corner, West was already waiting in Braylon’s office with Spencer and London.

Not the other twin.

The one who’d been on his mind more than she should be.

He took a seat off to the side where the others were.

“There was an incident in Westerly Consulting on Friday,” Braylon said.

“What kind of an incident?” And where was Paris?

“A disgruntled employee of one of Paris’s clients came in after he’d been fired and got verbally abusive,” London said.

“And physically,” Spencer added.

He sat up straighter, his hand wanting to go for his gun that was so much a part of his life at his hip, but it wasn’t there anymore. “Is anyone hurt?”

“No,” London said, turning to Spencer. “And he shouldn’t have said that.”

“Shoving papers and possessions off the desk is physical,” Spencer argued.

“It is,” London said. “But Paris doesn’t want this turned into anything major. She’s going to be pissed off as it is.”