Secrets, Lies & Trying Times

III

Trey walked into Truth and was greeted by Cain.

"Morning boss."

"Good mornin. How'd we do last night?"

"Pretty damn good. Nothing out of the ordinary." Cain says, handing Trey a black folder that holds papers with all the stats from last night.

"Now that's what I love to see."

"Seems like it just keeps getting better and better every weekend." He says following him into the office. "How was the game?"

"It was nice. The kids enjoyed themselves, so did Demi."

"Speaking of...how is she doin? Been awhile since she's been up here?"

"She's doing great...been really busy with the kids. But she'll be here for the HTC party this weekend....speaking of..."

"Say no more. Everything is already set. All you really have to do is show up."

"When I hired you as my GM, I didn't think you'd be this efficient."

"Just trying to keep my job."

"Keep it up, and you will."

"I'm gonna run to the bank to make the deposit."

"Sounds good." Trey says sitting at his desk. While answering business emails, he also books his flight for New York. Soon he gets and email from an email address he didn't recognize.

From: secretsoflove@gmail.com
To: tneverson@truth.net

Subject: Peek-A-Boo

Hey stranger, a little birdie told me you were coming to New York. We should get together, for old times sake.

Trey sits back in his chair to ponder on who this could actually be. After a few minutes, there's only one person that he knows that can have an email like that. He sits back up to reply to the message.

From: tneverson@truth.net
To: secretsoflove@gmail.com

No subject:

Secret? Is that you?

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From: secretsoflove@gmail.com
To: tneverson@truth.net

Subject: Bingo ;)

You guessed it. How could you tell?

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From: tneverson@truth.net
To:secretsoflove@gmail.com

Subject: Lucky Guess

Saw the email, took a wild guess. But I'm going to have to respectfully decline your offer, Secret. As you know, I'm married; happily.

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From: secretsoflove@gmail.con
To: tneverson@truth.net

No subject:

Fair enough.

After that email, he didn't reply. Little birdie, huh? Odell. He grabs his cell phone and calls Odell's number.

"Yo" Odell says answering.

"Say fool, you tell Secret I was coming to New York?"

"I really didn't want to, but she cornered me in the store and asked about you. You know how she is, keeps probing until she get what she want."

"You didn't tell her where I was staying did you?"

"Hell nah. That broad didn't get that much out of me."