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over the family business one day.
    At this point, the family business almost looked like a legitimate operation. Most of the money now came from our food packaging business. We even had one of the big accounting firms signing off on the accounts each year. Best not to think too much about the source of the start-up capital though.  
    We ran other businesses that dealt in cash and served as a decent way to launder money that otherwise would look suspicious appearing in our bank accounts. I didn’t work with those on a regular basis, but I couldn’t deny profiting from them.
    Once I’d washed the dried blood from my hands, I went back to my office and tried to get my mind focused on the job. As much as I hated the ‘beating people up’ part of the job, I wasn’t exactly cut out for office work either.  
    I typically made it through about two or three emails at most before my mind started to wander and I picked up my phone or browsed the Internet. Corporate work was just so fucking boring, but I needed to keep on top of things. If I wasn’t seen to be running the business then people would start getting suspicious. Appearances were important.
    Appearances. That reminded me of Chloe, except this time I didn’t just think of her as the girl who looked like Kara. Chloe was attractive in her own right. In fact, she was far more than just attractive. The girl was stunning.  
    I closed my eyes and pictured her sitting opposite me, looking up at me with a nervous, deferential look on her face. It wasn’t unusual for women to act nervous and awkward around me; I had that effect on them. Always had.  
    But Chloe wasn’t looking at me like that. She acted more concerned with the job than me personally, which wasn’t something I was used to. Women at this company had quit their jobs just because I’d told them I don’t like dipping my pen in the company ink.
    I sat there for an hour as I tried to accomplish something that would take my mind off what happened this morning. The only way not to think about my failed attempt to track down Roddy was to think about Chloe, and that didn’t seem to be much better.
    She deserved better than having me reject her so abruptly. I sent out a few emails to the few legitimate business acquaintances I still had, and asked if they needed a personal assistant. It was the least I could do for someone so talented.
    By the time my stomach started growling at me and demanded I eat something, all I had accomplished was signing off on next month’s budget, which just involved me sanity checking it and telling Joan that I approved. I didn’t understand most of it, and I didn’t care to learn. I knew jack shit about finances, but I knew how to hire good people and that was far more important.
    I stood up and started to head out for lunch, but the phone on my desk rang before I made it to the door. I could just ignore it, but people needed me to make decisions and at least that way I could be of some use.  
    I pressed the button to answer the call on speaker, and simultaneously pulled my cellphone out of my pocket to give myself something to look at when the conversation started to bore me as it inevitably would.
    “Denton, where the hell were you this morning?” James asked before I could even say hello.
    “I’ve been in my office all morning, James,” I replied. “Some of us have to work for a living, you know?”  
    “Bloody hell, Denton. You were supposed to come down to the docks this morning, remember?”  
    “The docks?”  
    “Yes. We had a collection to make.”
    A collection. That was James’ way of saying that we needed to go kick the shit out of some people who owed us money. I doubted anyone was listening in to our telephone calls, but it paid to be paranoid in this line of work.  
    “I don’t remember any collection this morning,” I replied, as I frantically tried to open the calendar on my computer.
    Jimmy sighed. “Denton, you’re the boss’ kid so