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“Becky, I’m leaving for the day,” I tell my PA.
“Ok, Mr. Manarch. Have a nice afternoon.”
As I leave the building, I loosen my tie. Walking to my car, I spot Cillian. Odd. But ok, two can play that game.
“Just the man I was waiting for,” he greets.
“You could have come inside where I have been all day.”
“True, but I would rather speak in private.” I laugh.
“Because having a conversation in the middle of the sidewalk is private.” I walk past him to my car. I open the trunk to put my briefcase and get my gun.
“There is no need for you to get your gun. It’s not that kind of visit.” But I get it out and put it behind my back. Just because he is standing alone doesn’t mean he is. I’ve played this game too.
“What do you want?” I close the trunk.
“I want my granddaughter. Fiona says you won’t let her take Aisling.”
“Fiona is not fit to be a mother.”
“True as that might be, she is a McIntyre. She belongs with her family.” I laugh.
“She is a Manarch, and I am her father. Her place is with me.”
“I won’t have your mistress raising my granddaughter.”
“So that is what this is about.” I should have known Fiona would try anything to get her way.“Aisling is staying with me. End of discussion.”
“Many things could happen to someone if they are outdoors. I hate to think what could happen to Ms. O’Brien.” I take several steps towards him. The man is five-six and less than two hundred pounds. I could crush him like a bug.
“I wouldn’t come any closer if I were you. Did you really think I would be here alone?” I look around and see no one.
“You are missing the red dot pointed at your heart.” I look down, and surely there it is.
“Original, A sniper. I didn’t peg you for being a coward. I guess we all have limitations, even the great Cillian McIntyre.” I am not afraid of dying, but I won’t do that to my family.“What do you want, Cillian?”
“Power. Your seat at the table, and I will let you be. It’s not like you need the power the Manarch name brings. Manarch Industries seems to be doing well.” He looks at my building.“What is it worth now? I believe fortune five hundred said a quarter of a billion dollars. One of the richest men in the world and only thirty-three years old. You don’t need the Manarch Clan,” he mocks, but I see the envy coming off him.
“I am going to pretend what you are asking didn’t just happen. I suggest you get back in your car and go back to whatever hole you were in.” He takes a step toward me.“Word to the wise, your sniper might be a fine shot, but I am an excellent marksman. I might go down, but you will go down with me.” I take my gun from my back and hold it beside my leg.
“No need to get all macho. I just want my granddaughter.” He takes a step back.
“Neither you nor Fiona will ever have my daughter. If there isn’t anything else,” I start, but he interrupts.
“I will take your seat at the table.” I laugh.
“Try.” I cock my gun. He doesn’t say anything and starts walking.
I wait a minute before I get in my car. If Cillian wants me dead, this is the perfect opportunity. But it never comes. He still needs me alive for whatever he is up to. My father might not give a fuck about me, but I’m still the heir to the Manarch Clan. He is all about appearances. If Cillian kills me my father will have no choice but to kill him to maintain control of the clan or he will have a civil war in his hands.
“Where have you been?” Oliver asks as I walk into Gotham.
“Last minute thing at the office.” I should tell him about my encounter with Cillian, but I need him focused.
“Oh ok. Everything is pretty much done. I just need your signature in a few places.”
“Let’s go to the office.”
