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lake.”
    A
jolly older man answered the door. “Ms. Gina, I wasn't expecting you until
tomorrow.”
    “I
know, Andrew. It appears I have some business to discuss with Dale.”
    “Mr.
Schulz just got back from his visit to the country club. I'll tell him you've
arrived.”
    “Do
you think she'll be up for me visiting later?”
    “Absolutely. She'll be thrilled
to see you a day early. I should warn you, though. We are expecting Ms. Leslie
later.”
    “Shit.
What time?”
    “Just before dinner.”
    “Okay.
We'll be sure to make our way to the guest house before then.”
    “I'll
make sure it's ready for you. I'll put one of those pizzas you like in the
refrigerator.”
    “Thank
you, Andrew. We'll give you a call if we need anything.”
    After
he left, they walked into the great room. Marcus walked right towards the wall
of windows that looked out upon a large pool, sweeping grounds with huge lush
trees, and a grand view of Lake Geneva beyond.
    “This
is really a spectacular view. You must love coming up here.”
    “I
used to. Can't say it’s true anymore.”
    “Gina,
you're spoiled.”
    “Whatever.
Look, he's going to show up any minute. Let me do the talking and maybe I can
get us out of here tonight.”
    “Gina, darling.” An older
balding man entered the room. An ivory sweater was tied around his neck. The
rest of his outfit screamed stuffy. “Isn't this a nice surprise?” He walked
right up to her, his hands clearly going for an inappropriate place.
    “I
didn't come alone, Dale.” She stepped back and stumbled as she made her way
around a barrel chair. “This is Marcus Martone. He works for Mr. Keller as
well. I'm sure you know why we're here.”
    “Oh.
Well, I didn't see you there, young man.” He reached out his hand and Marcus
stepped up. The man gave him a limp fish handshake, but never took his
lingering gaze off of Gina.
    Marcus
swiped his hand on his pants. The guy was giving him the creeps. He wondered
what Gina's mom saw in him.
    “We
need to talk about what the hell you're trying to do to Keller's company.”
    “I
don't answer to you. I can do whatever I want with my money.” He followed her
around the chair.
    Marcus
had seen enough and came forward with the intention of standing between them.
    “Your money.” She flicked her
hand at Marcus, but kept her eye on the dirty old man. “Now, there's an
interesting turn of phrase. As I remember, it's not your money at all.” When Dale
started coming towards her, she stood her ground. “Marcus has all the details
on the project you're halting and the losses you're causing.”
    He
stopped on a dime and looked back at Marcus. “Would you give us a minute, boy?
We have a few things to discuss.”
    “Can't do that. Keller asked me
to stick with her while I'm here.” He clenched his fists. “Can I show you those
sales figures?”
    “Or
I could tell Mother how you're handling her accounts? I'm certain she'll have
several questions.”
    “I
was just helping a friend.”
    “What
a load of crap. I know for a fact you don't have friends. You have a system of
favors and rewards.”
    “Fine,
fine, stay the weekend and we can talk more about this money thing on Sunday.
Can I call the car for your friend?” He looked back at Marcus. “I'm sure you
don't want to stay.”
    “You're
wrong there. I'm with Gina this weekend. I'll be wherever she is.” He reached into
his pockets.
    “Why
don't you go see your mother? I'm sure Andrew has already told her you've
arrived.”
    “Sunday,
Dale.” Gina pointed at him.
    “Yes,
I'll see more of you on Sunday.” He made his way to the bar, pouring himself
several fingers of what looked like brandy.
    She
tugged on the back of Marcus’s shirt and they left the room. Once she got them
far out of earshot, she turned on him. “I don't want you sharing any of that
conversation with my mom.”
    “What's
going on?”
    She
turned away from him. Marcus let her have a moment.
    “My
mom's been