The Story of Ms. Renfield (On Hold)

Chapter Six: Office Work

Present time, next business day after the night at the club...

Jordan hung up with the realtor. She still had to act like she had the interest of the Holmwood Steward Corp in mind if she wanted to know more. The walk throughs were arranged for a few days later, so she was calling Lord Holmwood to inform him of the appointments.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Renfield. Lord Holmwood is not in the office at this time." His assistant volunteered. "I can leave a message for him to contact you as soon as he returns." Jordan accepted the offer and ended the call.

Jordan turned her chair around to look outside. It was cloudy like always, but the sun played peek a boo when it could. Jordan chewed on her lip, worried about Anthony running loose in Seattle. She picked up her cell phone and messaged Derek.

Where is Boss? She asked bluntly for Derek would know that she was worried.

Asleep in the vault. Move into there as a precaution. Derek replied quickly to place her at ease. Tail still in place. Holmwood is eating lunch with the same two men from the car. Names are Malcolm Steward 39 and Jon Bellows 38.

Any more on them? She asked.

Steward lost his license to practice medicine in England. The use of drugs while working on patients. Cause two deaths. Bellows was arrested for crimes against women. Bellows is a direct descendant of Jonathan and Mina Harker through their son's daughter Lily. He is also living off the scraps of a family fortunate that he has nearly burn through over his adult life. No other family to note. Derek gave her the details.

Keep me updated, please.

Always, Ms. Jordan.

Jordan laid her phone down. There was something else eating at her. She found herself knocking on the office door of Louis. After being called in, Jordan went to his desk.

"Louis, just how much did you look into the Holmwood Steward Corp before passing it to me?" She asked as she sat down.

"Honestly, I really didn't look into them. They were very blunt about what and who they wanted." He gestured at her. "Is something wrong? I thought them being British, they would be proper gentlemen."

"An asshole can be an asshole, not matter the upbringing." Jordan commented. She toyed with her thoughts before continuing. "It is hard to find anything about their business in the recent years. When I do, there is no substance behind it. Louis, I believe we are dealing with a shell company." She voiced her concerns in a way to get him to understand without going into the other, more supernatural details.

His face paled a bit. "Are you sure? That could tarnish our reputation." His voice grew worried.

"I have people looking into it as we speak." Jordan voiced. She watched Louis seem to fumble with the paperwork on his desk. "If they call you, direct them to me, okay?"

"I will, Jordan. I am so sorry about this. I don't know how I drop the ball so bad." Louis sighed wearily.

"We are a team. It is still in our court." Jordan assured him. After a few moments for talking with Louis, Jordan left his office to go back to her own. After settling down at her desk, she went through the paperwork that Vlad had given her the night before. Yet, her thoughts were solely on him.

"Nope. We are not going there." Jordan told herself. "One, it is unethical since he is your client. Two, it is immoral since you have known him since you were sixteen. Three...how is it immoral since I have known him for that long? That should make it better." She scolded herself. She rubbed the bridge of her nose after taking off her glasses. "He watched you pop the pills to treat the STIs that your boyfriend gave you. He took care of you while you were drunk off your ass, trying to get him to kiss you after throwing up on his nice shoes. And that oriental rug. He has seen you at your lowest periods."

Jordan sighed, pushing her thoughts and feelings back into the box marked Not Going to Happen. She went line by line, researching what she could on her end. Being a lawyer gave her more access than the average person, but not the full spectrum like a hacker. Unfortunately, she had to keep her practices legal. That is where Vlad's team came in.

She looked up, noting the time was now pass five pm. She looked to see if she had any messages from Holmwood. None. Jordan rolled her eyes, hating to waste the realtor's time tomorrow. Saving everything that she had work on, Jordan packed up and left for home. She needed to relax but stay her ass at home this time.