Impressing the Clients

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Marco's POV

Mason and I had to cancel our daily dinner meeting with Paula. Yes, you heard me. Our daily dinner meeting. I invited myself to join the meeting. It's my house, too. I'm technically paying, too.

I didn't know the reconstruction was gonna be this interesting.

We had to cancel today's meeting with her, our private investigator called and he claimed to have a big progress on the case.

As much as I want to see and piss Paula off, we need to prioritize the case. Our names were on the line. Our businesses were on the line.

Our investigator, Clint, met us at our house, in my office. We all sat down on the couch. He went straight to business and handed us each our folders and showed us pictures and documents.

"We have narrowed it down to 3 people," Clint claimed. "One: Richard Wells—," he handed us his profile. "But he's Rob's brother," I interrupted him.

Rob was one of our friends who died in the explosion together with his fiancé, Christine.

"Yes, but we can't rule out the families and friends of your deceased friends," Clint explained, "they might not only be targeting you but also your friends, which were famous and big businessmen as well."

"Continue," Mason ordered.

"Our surveillance on Rob's family gathered that Richard bought off all of Rob's shares the morning after the explosion. It's not enough to charge him yet but it can be a motive," Clint further explained.

"Two: Victoria and Travis Rhodes," Clint handed us the profile of the couple.

"Not surprising," Mason commented.

"They have been your longest business rival, just always one step behind. I had them checked the night of the explosion and they were in Oxford, which was odd—," Clint got interrupted when I finished his sentence, "because they moved to Germany two years ago."

"That's right. Not only that, just an hour after the explosion, they called in their private plane and went back to Germany," Clint stated. Fucking Rhodes.

"Three: Salvatore Fische," Clint stated, waiting for our reactions. "No, it can't be," I didn't believe what he just said. "He's a very close family friend, we practically grew up with him," Mason chimed in.

"He and his partner—we haven't gotten a name yet, purchased a large amount of weaponry in the black market. We found out that the bomb used in the explosion is the same model as the one they had purchased," Clint stated. Mason and I were both stunned in silence.

"We haven't confirmed yet if the exact bomb planted here was also the one purchased by Salvatore. We're still locating and identifying the seller," Clint stated.

"What I can surely say, either it's an inside job or a suicide mission," Clint warned us, "trust no one."

We both nodded and took a sip on our whiskey. That's a lot to take in.

"I'll get back to you once we gathered more info," Clint stood up and shook our hands.

We were left in my office to our thoughts. We had underestimated the danger we were in.

"We wait for Clint's update which of those fucking morons did this," Mason said seriously, "then we retaliate."

"Right, come on, let's eat," I tried to lighten his mood. Between us, he's more violent.

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We were silently eating at the dining when he spoke up, "I want to see her." I took a bite on my food and replied, "you'll have to wait tomorrow, we canceled dinner meeting with her remember?"

"I don't fucking care," he said as he picked his phone from his pocket and dialed someone.

"Mr. Ty, please call Paula back in. I have a few questions about this report she left us," he demanded kindly.

"Yes, I know it's beyond working hours but my brother and I are leaving tomorrow morning so tonight's the only free time we have to squeeze in our meeting with her," he replied back to Mr. Ty.

What the fuck was he saying. We're not scheduled for anything tomorrow morning.

"Mr. Ty, it may not sound like a command, but it is," he warned him.

Paula's gonna be really pissed. I smiled at the thought. I like her pissed. Fucking feisty.

"Problem solved," Mason murmured right after he locked his phone.

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After dinner we waited for Paula at Mason's office. We both grabbed our drinks.

"What are you planning on her?" I asked him. "I just wanted to see her," he said as he sat on his chair.

"You know she'll be really pissed, right?" I asked him again. "I'm fucking counting on it. It turns me on," he replied.

"I'll make a move once she arrived," I said calmly. He snapped his head turning to me, "don't you fucking dare, do you think I'll just sit and watch?"

"Join in if you want, I don't fucking care. But I'm tired of waiting," I leaned onto the liquor table as I poured myself another drink.

"We. Are. Not. Sharing," he threatened. "No, we're not. We are competing," I answered calmly.

"Why can't you just find someone else?" He asked frustratingly. "Why can't you?" I asked back.

Before he could answer back, Paula barged in so full of anger and sass. I didn't hear a word she said when I saw what she was wearing. She's practically top half naked.

I felt my cock came to life. Fuck, I can almost see her nipples. I wanted to suck on them until she beg for me. So perfect breasts, I just want to bury myself in it.

That's it, I'm not waiting anymore.

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