Carolyn Arnold - McKinley 03 - Money is Murder Read Online Free

plenty of time and were at the entrance to the company ’s corporate condo building where they would be staying.
    Originally they were only planning to be there for the day, but with Quinn ’s letter, they decided it best they stay in the city for a while and look into things. While it turned out they had the key for Cindy’s flat, they had no intention of staying there and had spoken to Edward about the best places to stay. He had advised them about the condos.
    “I can’t believe all of this is ours.” Sean’s head was angled back, his eyes tracing up the glass structure.
    “Me either. It feels like a dream that I’m going to wake up from.” Sara faced up as well, holding a hat she was wearing. Ever since Cancun, she had developed a love for the accessory and wore them with many of her outfits. The look had grown on Sean. It didn’t really matter what she wore, the woman was beautiful.
    She had dressed in an elegant skirt-suit. It was a bright fuchsia with white banding at the collar, and the jacket had a curved shape at the base, not the standard straight cut of most. She paired the outfit with shoes that coordinated and a sinamay straw hat with a decorative rosette flower bow. She was the poster model for what a true lady should look like.
    Sean had dressed in a navy blue suit that draped on his frame in such a manner it accentuated his build. He wore it with a white shirt and a silk tie. He had added a splash of fuchsia with a handkerchief in his jacket pocket. Sara had told him he looked dapper when he met her at the front door.
    He slid his hand around her waist and pulled her tight to his side. “Life is wonderful, isn’t it?”
    “It sure is, darling.” Sara smiled at Sean and then passed her expression to an approaching doorman. “Good day.”
    “Good day. Mr. and Mrs. McKinley?” He shared glimpses between the two of them and smiled.
    “Yes, and you are,” Sean asked, as they shook hands.
    “My name is Emile Salvador.” He was easily six foot five. His dark hair was thick, matching his eyebrows, and his oval-shaped face wore a pleasant smile.
    “It’s very nice to meet you, Emile,” Sara said.
    Sean noticed how her natural confidence attracted others and put them at ease.
    Emile took their bags and led them inside. Sean passed one last look to the building on the right, the lettering Universal Acquisitions Corporation was located at the top of the structure. The overwhelming sensation transformed to pride with the realization that all of this was his, and a smile tugged at his mouth. He had the ability to make a real difference and maybe he would become more involved than he had originally intended.
    Sara turned back for him, holding out her hand. He put his into hers, appreciating the way their hands blended together as if they were one.
    Emile led them to an elevator and gestured inside to a uniformed man, perched on a stool in front of the buttons. “This is Jackson.”
    “Good day,” Sara said.
    “Good day, ma’am.”
    “Jackson, this is Mr. and Mrs. McKinley.”
    Jackson held out his hand to them. “Yes, I figured as much.”
    Sean didn ’t envy the man his position. While there was intelligence behind Jackson’s eyes, his uneventful employment responsibilities must have lulled him to sleep at times.
    “Your suite is on the twentieth floor.”
    Sean glanced at the buttons and noticed that was the top. It made sense that Universal would house traveling businessmen and guests there. It served as a regal impression, assigning Universal a subliminal power.
    The elevator was one of those fast ones that skyrocketed its occupants up many floors in seconds, leaving a bit of light-headiness in its wake.
    “This way, sir, ma’am.”
    Jackson led them to a door numbered one and inserted the keycard into the reader. When it flashed green, he handed the card over to Sean, with a smile.
    Jackson placed their bags on the floor inside. “Should you need anything, don’t hesitate. I’m