The Longest Time Without You (Gold Streaks Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Sylvie Nathan
answer makes Lisa think that it must be true.
“So, you don't work for him?” She presses.
Her voice is so confident, so assured, he doesn't stop to think about why he is standing answering questions levelled at him by someone who is a hostage or a prisoner he is guarding.
“Not...”
The man stops. Looks at her out of the corner of his eye. A long pause. Then continues.
“...hey, Lady. I don't know what you're playing at. But I can't answer your questions.” He pauses; indicates the water with his foot where he has left it inside the door; halfway between both of them.
“I'm just here to bring you that.” He continues. “Not to die of thirst in here.”
Lisa stops, her face neutral. Inside, her mind is calculating; thinking over the information; weighting it and comparing it to what she knows.
“Thank you.” He voice is mild.
“No worries.”
The man closes the door.
Inside, Lisa pauses for a moment, waiting to hear if he has gone. Then turns round once; a small gesture of excitement, a nod to the tiny triumph of new information gained.
So. Of the guards, one of them knows Raju Patel. The other has never seen him. This guard must be working for the car company. They are in it together. Just as she had thought.
Lisa pauses, looking into the darkness beyond the bar of sunlight from the windows; the gold light surrounding her. That means...that means that the third option is most likely the right one. Some agreement between Raju Patel and someone working in the car company requires that she lose.
She pauses, her stomach tight and roiling with the new information and what it means. She has to find a way out of here.
They have not killed her yet, so perhaps they only mean to keep her out of the way for the duration of the case. But when the case is finished? Can they risk letting her go, with what she might have figured out while here?
Lisa pauses, looking into the darkness beyond the warm reaches of sunlight and lazy-drifting dust in the warm air.
The golden light shines off the planes of her face, warms the wide-gazing dark brown of her eyes and the chiseled nose and brow. She has to find a way out of here, with all the information she has learned. To win this case.
Somewhere in her heart, she thinks of Sue. Fights it down. She will get out of here. Will bring with her the information she needs to win the case. Will see Sue, again.
Chapter 5
“Gentlemen...I think we can conclude that shares in the new vein will appreciate over the next ten years? If we could consider our policy regarding the new-discovered Bismuth deposits?”
Sue is sitting at the head of the table in her office. The light behind her streams in through the windows, making a pale aura of gold spark from her pale hair. It is styled loosely; drawn back off her face by a diamante hairslide; leaving the long fine strands of it loose down her back. Her white silk suit glows palely in the light; a white blouse of the same material beneath it.
On her left, Bruce Spier, her financier, is sitting. His soft, rounded face is a picture of concern under dark blonde, thinning hair. His mustard suit glows in the sunshine too, but, unlike Sue, he is sweating. He is worried about her. She is the same as ever; an icy, flint-hard pillar of authority and control; but those who know her well and are here to support her can see the strain it takes for her to keep maintaining that.
“I think...”
One of the men around the table – the major shareholders in Gold Ridge Mines – is starting the conversation again.
A small argument ensues about the worth of shares in the new Bismuth site discovered on the mine near one of the older galleries. Bruce has the figures he has found about bismuth and its worth, and is entering the discussion boldly, fighting for the best value. Sue is countering arguments as well, but she can feel the strain of it; of being here, arguing about something so seemingly trivial,
“So, you don't work for him?” She presses.
Her voice is so confident, so assured, he doesn't stop to think about why he is standing answering questions levelled at him by someone who is a hostage or a prisoner he is guarding.
“Not...”
The man stops. Looks at her out of the corner of his eye. A long pause. Then continues.
“...hey, Lady. I don't know what you're playing at. But I can't answer your questions.” He pauses; indicates the water with his foot where he has left it inside the door; halfway between both of them.
“I'm just here to bring you that.” He continues. “Not to die of thirst in here.”
Lisa stops, her face neutral. Inside, her mind is calculating; thinking over the information; weighting it and comparing it to what she knows.
“Thank you.” He voice is mild.
“No worries.”
The man closes the door.
Inside, Lisa pauses for a moment, waiting to hear if he has gone. Then turns round once; a small gesture of excitement, a nod to the tiny triumph of new information gained.
So. Of the guards, one of them knows Raju Patel. The other has never seen him. This guard must be working for the car company. They are in it together. Just as she had thought.
Lisa pauses, looking into the darkness beyond the bar of sunlight from the windows; the gold light surrounding her. That means...that means that the third option is most likely the right one. Some agreement between Raju Patel and someone working in the car company requires that she lose.
She pauses, her stomach tight and roiling with the new information and what it means. She has to find a way out of here.
They have not killed her yet, so perhaps they only mean to keep her out of the way for the duration of the case. But when the case is finished? Can they risk letting her go, with what she might have figured out while here?
Lisa pauses, looking into the darkness beyond the warm reaches of sunlight and lazy-drifting dust in the warm air.
The golden light shines off the planes of her face, warms the wide-gazing dark brown of her eyes and the chiseled nose and brow. She has to find a way out of here, with all the information she has learned. To win this case.
Somewhere in her heart, she thinks of Sue. Fights it down. She will get out of here. Will bring with her the information she needs to win the case. Will see Sue, again.
Chapter 5
“Gentlemen...I think we can conclude that shares in the new vein will appreciate over the next ten years? If we could consider our policy regarding the new-discovered Bismuth deposits?”
Sue is sitting at the head of the table in her office. The light behind her streams in through the windows, making a pale aura of gold spark from her pale hair. It is styled loosely; drawn back off her face by a diamante hairslide; leaving the long fine strands of it loose down her back. Her white silk suit glows palely in the light; a white blouse of the same material beneath it.
On her left, Bruce Spier, her financier, is sitting. His soft, rounded face is a picture of concern under dark blonde, thinning hair. His mustard suit glows in the sunshine too, but, unlike Sue, he is sweating. He is worried about her. She is the same as ever; an icy, flint-hard pillar of authority and control; but those who know her well and are here to support her can see the strain it takes for her to keep maintaining that.
“I think...”
One of the men around the table – the major shareholders in Gold Ridge Mines – is starting the conversation again.
A small argument ensues about the worth of shares in the new Bismuth site discovered on the mine near one of the older galleries. Bruce has the figures he has found about bismuth and its worth, and is entering the discussion boldly, fighting for the best value. Sue is countering arguments as well, but she can feel the strain of it; of being here, arguing about something so seemingly trivial,
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