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Anthony sat on the other side of Snow, the seats across from him awaiting the lawyer and the asswipe.
The door opened and a tall, thin man stepped in first. I didn’t like him from the moment I laid eyes on him. His hair was slicked back and he just had the type of look on his face that said he couldn’t be trusted. Reminded me of a used car salesman in a fancier, tailored suit.
“Afternoon, gentlemen,” the man said, ignoring Snow as he stepped inside. “Sorry for running late, I hope you don’t mind. I’m Chuck Peters.”
We did mind, but no point in saying so. Anthony had warned me we needed to be polite. I had a hard time being polite to people I didn’t like.
Hunter stepped into the room behind Chuck. He smiled right at me as he did so, causing my fists to ball at my sides. I wanted to punch that smirk off his face, but Anthony’s words played over and over in my head—Be nice. Be polite. We will win more friends with honey than vinegar. I wasn’t there to make any friends.
“Snow.” Hunter greeted her and ignored the rest of us, the exact opposite of what his lawyer did.
She didn’t say acknowledge him, saying nothing. She averted her gaze to her hands, which were folded on the table.
Chuck sat down and Hunter joined him at the table. “As I’ve said, I’m Chuck Peters, and you obviously know my client, Hunter Wilde.”
“I’m Anthony Rivera, we spoke on the phone,” Anthony said. “I’m in charge of the finances and legal operations of the resort, I will be acting as legal counsel during our talks.”
“I’m Reed Harrison, and I’m in charge of operations. I was there the day of the incident.”
They turned to me and I sighed. “Gage Waterhouse. Head of security. I was also there the day of the incident.” I said the last part with dry sarcasm.
Snow cleared her throat and said, “I’m Bianca Snow, and while I wasn’t there during the incident, I was the reason for the altercation, since Hunter was there looking for me.”
“Well then, let’s not waste any more time with pleasantries,” Chuck said with a laugh.
None of us laughed with him. None of us intended on sharing any pleasantries, either. Not even Anthony, who sat there with a serious look on his face. “Can we get down to business, please,” he said.
“Yes, yes, of course,” Chuck replied, placing his briefcase on the table. He opened it up and slipped some papers from it, sliding them across to Anthony.
Anthony looked down at them, flipping through some photos. “These aren’t the same pictures you sent last time,” he said.
“No, I didn’t have access to all of them,” Chuck said. “These came to my office later.”
“And where did they come from exactly? They look to be taken at a different time, too,” Anthony stated.
“A few days after. The first photos were directly following—”
“Were any of them taken by a hospital? I see no mention of your client seeking medical care.”
“He didn’t. He was too confused and scared after the altercation. He booked a hotel and then took the initial photos a few hours later; these were taken a few days after that.”
Anthony passed the photos to Reed and the two of them shared a look.
Anthony continued. “We have video surveillance showing that Gage did not do anything more than protect himself from your client, and even that was kept at a minimum. He never touched your client in any way that would leave injuries like this.”
“I think you might be confused,” Chuck countered. “These injuries weren’t done on the property. Mr. Waterhouse followed my client off the property, likely beyond the scope of your cameras, then attacked him.”
“Bullshit,” I muttered under my breath.
“Did you have something to say?” Chuck asked me, his beady rat-like eyes staring into mine.
“I said that’s bullshit.”
Anthony leaned forward and glared at me from the other side of Snow, shaking his head as if trying to tell me to be quiet.
“What is bullshit exactly? Would you care to elaborate?” the shady attorney asked.
Anthony stopped me before I could speak. “Mr. Waterhouse didn’t leave the property, the video shows that.”
