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“That was some night.” He says with a sly grin, and I adjust my dark shades against the sun.
“It was interesting.”
“So, what’s the plan today?”
He pours an orange juice from the jug and regards me with interest,
“Brunch.”
He raises his eyes, probably because the last thing we ever do is brunch. Not to mention the piles of food set on this table before us makes it a pointless exercise.
“Will you be traveling light?”
“There is no need for protection. We will be dining with Jared Kensington and his family.”
Cesare laughs softly. “Does his daughter know?”
“I doubt it.”
He shakes his head. “How did you make that happen?”
The fact I’m known to be from the wrong side of town won’t help Jared’s image, but he owes me a favor and I’m calling it in.
“I contacted him this morning and made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”
“Which is?” Cesare is hungry for information, which is why we get along. Like me, he thrives on moving the chess pieces around the board with only one aim in mind. The win.
“It appears that Jared Kensington isn’t as respectable as he likes people to believe. He has a nasty habit that has come to my attention.”
“Interesting.” Cesare’s eyes are lit with interest, and I grin.
“I discovered he invested heavily in a company called Optimum a few years back. It’s an engineering business that, on the outside, is very respectable and makes a good profit every year.”
“I don’t believe I’ve heard of it.”
“You wouldn’t. It has no interest for us except when you study the fine print. Optimum is part of a group of companies and far down the list, hidden in the small print, is a company called Android.”
Cesare sits up and his eyes burn with delight.
“Now that is interesting.”
I nod. “Yes. The good billionaire is funding arms to hostile territories, and if it became public knowledge, he would be ostracized and his credibility in tatters. It could burn his whole fucking life down, which is why a seat at his brunch table is a small price to pay for my silence.”
“Checkmate, Matteo.”
Cesare raises his glass to mine, and we take a moment to enjoy the sun on our faces and the sweet breath of fresh air that blows away the shit that surrounds us.
“What happens after brunch?”
Cesare interrupts the silence and I stretch out and sigh.
“We bring our guest home.”
“Miss. Kensington, I presume.”
“Of course. Tell Baines to instruct the staff. Our visitor will require the guest suite.”
Cesare rolls his eyes, causing me to grin wickedly.
