*** Jessica’s POV   Jessica looking across the table at Nyman. “I am glad we were able to get lunch together.” “Of course! I would do anything for you!” Nyman said, holding her hand across the table. Jessica jumped a bit when her phone suddenly rang. “Sorry I thought I turned that off.” “It’s ok, it could be important.” Jessica looked down to see her mother calling,  “Mom?” she answered. “You will not believe who dared show his face at the mall today.” “What? Who?” “That bastard, Brantley. He had some harlet with him. I told you he was no good.” “Mom, leave the poor man alone. He signed the divorce. He is allowed to move on. I have.” She smiled at Nyman, who mouthed, ‘Conor?’ She nodded at him. “That bastard tried to ruin us and ruin you! You are lucky Nyman was willing to take you in. Jess, I don’t want him to ever work in this town again. I told him as much. You should ask Nyman to ma

Kerrigan stepped away from the podium and wrapped her arm in Conor’s. She couldn’t help but smile as he tipped his fedora to cover his face while the press desperately tried to snap pictures of them. Let them speculate on who he was. It would throw all sorts of fun gossip into the media for days, giving both Dragon Corporation and Vokrizin free exposure. “Well, I think that went well.” She commented to Conor as she took his arm. “You did quite well. I think that should stir the town up for a while,” Conor chuckled. He glanced over at her and asked, “shall we get some lunch?” “Are you buying?” “After you saved me from having to face the media, I suppose I could treat you to lunch. Your choice. Anywhere you would like to go.” Conor offered cheerfully. Kerrigan thought about it, “I honestly am not all that familiar with the finer establishments in town. I spent so much of the past few weeks having food brought in.” “Well, there is a bar I know of on High Street that is supposed to

Kerrigan and Conor arrived at Vokrizin twenty minutes later. Kerrigan noticed that there were even more guards at the front and throughout the halls than even when she had first arrived. Apparently, Eli was not taking chances and had called everyone up from their time off for duty. When they arrived at the conference room, Mr. Nuri was there with Jared. They had several document packets laid out for each of them. “Please come in and sit. I was heartened to hear you both are ok. I am sorry about Reilynn.” “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Nuri. Now, what is this all about?” Kerrigan asked. Mr. Nuri had a stern look when he clicked on a recording of the news and let the announcer talk about the changes at Dragon Corporation. When the newscast was over, he simply said, “It looks like Prima Zadok and Mr. Benedict have been busy.” “That bastard. I would bet anything that it was him that tried to have us killed today. If I am gone, he and Zadok will have free reign of Dragon Corporation!

Two hours later, Kerrigan sat in the large conference room staring at a screen with the Dragon Corporation board. Thankfully, Zadok and Kelan were not present. Natalie had made sure both were occupied with other meetings to ensure they would not have time for what they would consider a trivial meeting. Mr. Nuri and a lady in her early twenties sat behind the camera, out of view of the board members. Mr. Nuri had introduced his new paralegal as Quinley Rose. Quinley sat tall in her seat, attentive to everything around her. Her dark brown hair was neatly tied back in a short ponytail. Her hazel eyes flashed with pleasure as Kerrigan nodded in her direction. “Good morning, Gentlemen,” Kerrigan began. “Miss Lokir, it is good to actually see you and confirm you are alive. I must admit, you gave us a bit of a shock showing up on TV without having heard from you in some time,” the chairman said. “Please forgive my absence. While I have been away from the office, I have remained in contact

Conor sat in the back of the SUV while Parker drove. Eli had sent another whole team with them to secure the community center, so he was not worried about Kerrigan. As Parker pulled into Vokrizin, another guard stepped up to open the door for Conor. Blue lights flashed and several police vehicles rushed in, attempting to block them from all sides. Guards poured out of the building with guns drawn and surrounded Conor, ushering him inside. “Go, Go, Go.” “Freeze! No one move!” came a voice over a loudspeaker from one of the police units. Conor was pulled inside the building and passed Mr. Nuri, who was heading out to deal with the situation. “Never fear, Mr. Brantley. I will deal with the police.” Conor was taken to the secure suite, and he pulled up the bank of monitors. He did his best to ignore the clothes and other items in the room that made it clear this was no longer his space and focused on the situation outside. Mr. Nuri was talking with one of the officers. “This warrant