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"I have someone I can speak to discreetly." He pushed away his tea, a frown on his brow. "You are the lawyer here Angela, so you know that you are going to lose your job. And it seems to me that the company you are a part of is one you should distance yourself from."
"I have decided to go back to India, but I cannot do that until I know the threat is eliminated. My sister and her family live here, and have their lives here. I did this and have to deal with it."
"Let me see what I can do."
She leaned forward and placed a hand over his. "I am very grateful that you are even offering to help."
"I don't know that I can." He removed his hand and took a sip of water. "But I will try."
*****
He sat at his desk and toyed with the paperweight she had given him for his birthday in September, a frown on his brow. He had contacted his friend, a high-ranking lieutenant in the precinct and spoken to him about the situation and it did not look good.
Even though Angela had not given him a name, he knew precisely who the guy was. A Russian mobster and a particularly dangerous man. He should stay the hell away from that sort of thing.
Or contact Nickolai. They were members of the same club and he had been part of that scenario some years ago until he had gotten out. Andrei Sokolove had been part of it as well. He could meet with his two friends and tell them the problem.
The haunted look on Angela's face was etched onto his brain and he had to try and help her. Yes, she had been foolish to get involved with a man like that, but he felt a little responsible for her.
And he could not tell Remi. It was eating at him that he could not involve her, for several reasons. He did not want her stressed and he did not want to bring this mess into their home. That was what he was telling himself.
Pushing forward, he picked up the phone and placed the call.
"Andrei. I hope I am not calling you at an inopportune time."
"I was just coming out of a meeting. I hope you are not bowing out of the card game set for Saturday. We have big plans for you, my friend."
"I am definitely in. Is there some way you can carve out a time for us to meet this afternoon?" He glanced at his packed schedule. "I am afraid it will have to be after the usual business hours."
"How about six?"
"That sounds ideal. And I am calling in Mikhail as well."
"It sounds like a situation."
"It is. Could you make it to my office?"
"Of course. Want me to call Mikhail or-"
"No, I will do it. Thanks."
He hung up and placed another call.
*****
She was restless. There was no going around it. She could not concentrate. She had sorted out a design, sourced fabric for the living room sofas, made arrangements for Jenny to swing by the Pied a Terre to take some more pictures, but she had been inside the loft for two days now and was feeling a little trapped.
He had not called her and she had not called him either. She knew he had spoken to Mrs. Mason because the woman had made it her point of duty to come upstairs and into her office to ask if she was okay and had also brought her some soup.
They were behaving like children and that was not good. How did they expect to bring up a child if they were acting like children themselves? She pondered the question as she walked around the room.
She had made changes here, reluctantly of course. He had invited her to - demanded that she did. "I want this to be your space and somewhere you are comfortable working. Make the changes Remi, or I am going to hire someone to do it."
The man had a way of getting under her skin, she thought wryly. So, she had changed the wallpaper, stripped off the gold and brown and added her own style, her own color to the place. The blue was striking and the green soothing.
The desk was serviceable, nothing fancy, but the computer was pricey, had to be to accommodate her work. Jenny came over sometimes when they had to meet in person and a desk had been set up for her as well.
She hated it when they fought. Glancing at her watch she saw to her surprise that it was almost four in the afternoon. Walking over to the window, she frowned out at the ominous looking gray clouds, indicating that they would be getting more snow heaped on the pile already on the ground.
