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Chapter 16
Jordan stretched his legs on the hotel’s king-sized bed and put the phone next to him, on the sheet. He had to think before replying to the text that he had just received from an unknown sender.
“Rush is praising you around every corner. She’s tired of Dana Brin and wants you back on her staff, or overcompensating for something? She’s due in a few months if I’m not mistaken.”
Even the fourth-grade Model UN contestants of Riviera View’s school would be able to read the plain threat that was poorly concealed behind the words.
Jordan got up and went to the tiny kitchenette to pour himself another coffee, although it was nine p.m. This hotel suite was his home when he was in the city and fully paid for by his new employer.
He had developed an allergy to D.C. but hoped that the renewed exposure would immune him rather than poison him further. This text wasn’t helpful.
His new project, which he had carefully selected, enabled him to spend half his time in California if he chose, in case he needed breathing space, an escape route, an outlet, or heartbreak.
Sitting down on the bed’s edge, he picked his phone up. “No need for recommendations,” he texted Dana, knowing she would understand that they should shut up about him.
Though they hadn’t met, she and Sharon knew he was back in the city. He didn’t need Sharon’s regret and overcompensation in putting in a good word for him. What the fuck was she thinking? And Dana should know better than that if she knew how to do her job.
Jordan suspected the text had been sent by the disgruntled staff member whose failure he had been hired to fix. The fact that he didn’t have anything to do with that guy’s situation or that he hadn’t dipped his hands in those cheap tactics to screw others over didn’t save him from being on the receiving end.
Usually, he would disarm those things without much effort. But the grain of truth in this one was gunpowder he had to handle with care.
Sipping his coffee and looking around at the large, luxurious, empty, soul-less room, he decided not to respond. In his experience, this was sometimes the best way to handle these things. It didn’t hurt that he was due to return to California to sign off his brother’s lease and pack up the beach house.
Still in limbo, he was half-here, half-there. Having nothing here and nothing there.
