His Wet Nurse

Change of plans (42)

It's been what? A week since she heard those words from his lips. And ever since then the butterflies in her belly only seemed to flutter even more when the thought of that afternoon encounter surfaced. She blessed whatever forces that had led her to seek him that day, for things wouldn't have turned out this wonderful.

She bit her lower lip as she bundled her blond hair into a neat bun then stuck a pen in between like a Japanese Samurai. She sighed softly and shut the laptop on her desk, she was done with work for the day and needed to rest—not that it was truly what she wanted to do. If it were up to her she'd love to spend time with Theodore or better still accompany him on his recent trip to Moscow. Just to be by his side and know he'd chosen her.

A text from her Daddy popped up on her phone, he requested dinner with her at a known restaurant. Regina snatched her purse from the table and headed for the exit. There was no need to tell her boss she was off, he wasn't the lord of her and the asshole could go to hell as long as she cared.

"Hobart, you're off without my permission!" Ellen stuck his head from his cubicle to glare at an already exiting Regina.

"Fuck off Ellen, you don't boss me around!" She threw at the bastard who'd made several attempts to sabotage her stay in the broadcasting company but he wasn't aware she had longer legs than he did. She wasn't made special assistant to the general manager because she had the looks but the connections.

Her car beeped when she pressed on the control. Settling in, she adjusted her makeup, let her hair loose, and brushed off the strays as she admired her striking beauty in the car mirror.

She trudged through the marbled room, eyes searching for a familiar face until they came upon her Daddy's.

"Gina!" Came his rather sultry tone.

For a moment it took her back before a frown grew so bold on her face. "Why are you yelling? Is there something wrong?"

George contemplated speaking but snapped a button on his suit jacket open before relaxing back into his seat. "What have you done?!" His voice filled with accusations.

She sighed. "What is it, Daddy?"

"The colonel just called me, saying you've been snooping around for information on him, Is that true Gina?"

She threw her face away from him and shut her eyes in utter disbelief. "Is that what this is about?... then yes I did my research for a project we're working on."

"Don't lie to me kid, it's not about that! The colonel wouldn't care if it was a harmless research. You were digging for evidence, implicating materials, Gina. Was this our plan?" George sorted a response but got nothing. "What has come over you? We've talked about this. Theo is the fall guy, not the colonel, huh? What will happen if that guy threatening me finally comes for his pound of flesh? Will Theodore come down from his high horses to save me? Us?"

"Yes, he would! He's got a lead on the unknown guy Daddy, just give him time!"

George hissed. "Goodness!"

"There's one more thing I need to tell you, Daddy... Theodore has agreed to marry me." She whispered, waiting for her words to dwell in him. And they did. His eyes sparked with disbelief and confusion.

"What?" He leaned forward. "When did that happen—no why?"

"Why?... Are you being serious right now? Because he loves me and has realized what a loss it would be if he didn't have us on his side instead. I only came around his office that day to fix our friendship and things got more serious than I'd hoped," she shrugged, her face softened as she thought of him. "He agreed to pitch tents with us and has information on the guy threatening you, but he's on his way to Moscow and won't be back until further notice. But... when he does, we're getting married!" Her smiles grew wider as her gray orbs sparkled under the candelabra.

A moment passed and George said nothing, rather he sat still, frozen to the knee as reality hit him. He was being played! Certainly, Gina was too but was too smitten to realize it and there was no talking her out of it. He jolted from his seat and without another glance marched out of the premises.

Regina was able to catch him in the middle of getting into his car.

"Daddy, stop!" She yelled and held his lower arm.

George shook his head at her, slowly and painfully. "It's not too late Gina, that man doesn't love you, he's only using you to get by, can't you see it?"

"That's not true Daddy, we can trust Theodore. We always have and he's never disappointed us. We can give him the Colonel and be rid of all these troubles in our lives. We can enjoy the Newman money for as long as our souls persevere. Don't let your anger towards him cloud your judgment, you know Theo is the man to trust, he always gets the job done!"

"Not like this Gina, not by putting yourself in the middle of it all. That's why you were ruffling through the colonel's dirt! To sell it to your dear lover and earn his trust!" George spat with horror. "Have you gone so low, daughter? What has he ever done for you and me rather than get us to clean after him, huh?!"

Regina faltered in her steps, her hand in his arm let loose as she stepped back. Her eyes glared with anger at her father. "You forget so easily, that mission last year when you took what was meant for that agent... you and Jose." She pointed accusingly at him. "Theo found out but guess what Dad?... he didn't crucify you for it did he? Rather he's out there trying to find the man who's threatening you for the same mission you fucked up!"

"That wasn't how it happened, I merely offered my cruise ship,"

"Ah yeah! Just the cruise ship! Then who contracted Tyrone for the job huh? On whose orders was he mutilated and thrown to the sharks?" Cold silence followed. "I thought as much," she moved closer this time to whisper. "You know if it were the colonel who you fucked this way, he'd have your head between your thighs and bullet holes in your skull. That man is insidious." She planted a slow dry kiss on his ruffled cheek. "Good night Daddy," and she was off.

*****

"So what do you have for me?" Theodore skipped through the file Jose had compiled and handed to him. They were seated in the executive lounge of the private jet, on their way to Moscow.

He studied the profile for a while and snapped it shut. "Can you explain what you wrote here, my eyes can't seem to focus?"

"Right!" Jose dropped his wine glass and cleared his throat. "So the IP address was tracked to a small town in Albania,"

"Gods! In the Mediterranean?" Theodore gasped.

Jose agreed with a nod. "But my men have yet to locate which particular house he or she is staying in."

"She?... you think it's a woman?"

"It could be any gender, and what gender would be less suspicious?" Jose asked. "Aside from that, this person is running on a fake identity, Spencer Anderson. It could be a man or woman, identity is put in neutral so we can't tell, but there's something else that caught my attention." He took the file and flipped to another page. "Here," he pointed at transaction details possibly linked to their culprit.

"There's been multiple significant amounts of transfers from this account owned by a church here in America to the Spencer Anderson's account,"

"What do you think that is?" Theo ruffled his beard.

"Shady, suspicious and that's our target. I had my men trace the church and we'll need to head over there personally to question one or two people. The bank statement isn't enough proof."

"We don't need that, just nab the idiot while he's hiding and we'll make him spill. There's no time for that anymore, I need to give Regina something," Theodore finished.

Jose gave a curt nod and packed up the papers before returning to his glass of white wine. "So... Gina it is then?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, you're doing all this to please her, that's new. The last time I checked, you didn't give two fucks about her, and George, said he was a greedy man. What changed?"

Theodore rolled his eyes at his friend's mock question. "I'm contemplating settling down with his daughter and the last thing I need is an enemy for a father-in-law,"

Jose's jaw hung low at the revelation.
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