The Longest Time Without You (Gold Streaks Book 3) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Sylvie Nathan
when inside all she can think of is Lisa and her absence, and where and how she is now.
She can feel a headache somewhere behind her eyes; pounding in time to her heartbeat; slow, steady, fluttering. She lifts her hand and holds her brow, her fingers gripping her temples to slow the bar of pain that is creeping slowly across, blocking out her thinking and making her gasp.
Beside her, Bruce looks at her, concerned.
“Hold it.”
He almost shouts into the lively argument around the table. He gestures with his hands, flapping at the arguing men. Sue waves a hand at him in restraint.
“No...no, Bruce.” She says, weakly, fighting the pain in her head. “I'm alright.”
Around them, the argument still rages, oblivious. One or two of the shareholders are looking at Sue with questioning looks, but the rest seem not to have noticed.
“I think...” Sue clears her throat. “I think we should call another session, with the construction people and the engineers. We need the facts about the expense of recovering this material first; before we can even start to evaluate its net worth.”
There is silence for a moment; then the conversation rages again.
“We could...”
“Why are we waiting? The returns could be so great...”
“What if...”
“Has anyone checked the shareprices from Ewing Gold? They did a similar thing about five years ago. Has anyone checked how they're doing now?”
Sue feels the blackness of the headache pulsing behind her eyes, blinding her. She is spiralling into the ache of it, her heart thumping steadily and painfully the only sensation she can feel besides the pulsing, flowing dark that obscures her sight.
“Ms Montmorency?”
Elspeth has come into the room. Sue has not noticed. The whirling dark is all she can see. She holds her head with one hand, fingers clasping the temples to try and stem the pain.
“Susan?” Bruce touches her shoulder gently from where he sits next to her, concerned.
“Yes?” She asks it weakly.
“Telephone for you, Ms Montmorency.” Elspeth replies, her voice questioning and lively. She is oblivious to Sue's distress; just delighted to have her back at work, heading up the company as capably as ever. She continues, smiling.
“You'll take the call in my office?”
“Yes. Yes, Elspeth.”
“Very good.”
Sue closes her eyes again for a moment; forces them open after a second or two. She puts her hands on the table, the joints white with the strain. Presses down and lifts herself up. She is shocked at how weak her legs have gone under her. She feels drained, the room whirling with the dizziness and exhaustion she feels.
Elspeth leads the way, high-heels soft on the silky-soft pale carpet of Sue's office.
In the office, Sue leans heavily on the front desk; lifts the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Hello Ms Montmorency? This is Inspector Zamoxolo from the Police department.”
“Yes?” Sue's voice is suddenly urgent.
“We think we have a lead your missing partner.”
“Yes?” Sue's voice is practically singing with elation and relief. “Yes? What is the lead?”
“We have a report from a man who lives on the edge of town; near the industrial area. He says he thinks he saw a car of the description you and Mr. Mokgotsi supplied; heading out to the old industrial area.”
“What?” Sue's voice is at once relieved and concerned. “Has anyone been up there?”
“We have a team moving through systematically; starting at the paper mill on Old Main Road.”
“That...it could take days.” Sue breathes.
“It could. But we have to do things thoroughly.”
“Surely you must have some idea where they were heading?”
“The man who saw the car said they looked as if they were heading to the ridges, where the old refineries were. But from where he lives, it would be impossible to tell. They could have headed
She can feel a headache somewhere behind her eyes; pounding in time to her heartbeat; slow, steady, fluttering. She lifts her hand and holds her brow, her fingers gripping her temples to slow the bar of pain that is creeping slowly across, blocking out her thinking and making her gasp.
Beside her, Bruce looks at her, concerned.
“Hold it.”
He almost shouts into the lively argument around the table. He gestures with his hands, flapping at the arguing men. Sue waves a hand at him in restraint.
“No...no, Bruce.” She says, weakly, fighting the pain in her head. “I'm alright.”
Around them, the argument still rages, oblivious. One or two of the shareholders are looking at Sue with questioning looks, but the rest seem not to have noticed.
“I think...” Sue clears her throat. “I think we should call another session, with the construction people and the engineers. We need the facts about the expense of recovering this material first; before we can even start to evaluate its net worth.”
There is silence for a moment; then the conversation rages again.
“We could...”
“Why are we waiting? The returns could be so great...”
“What if...”
“Has anyone checked the shareprices from Ewing Gold? They did a similar thing about five years ago. Has anyone checked how they're doing now?”
Sue feels the blackness of the headache pulsing behind her eyes, blinding her. She is spiralling into the ache of it, her heart thumping steadily and painfully the only sensation she can feel besides the pulsing, flowing dark that obscures her sight.
“Ms Montmorency?”
Elspeth has come into the room. Sue has not noticed. The whirling dark is all she can see. She holds her head with one hand, fingers clasping the temples to try and stem the pain.
“Susan?” Bruce touches her shoulder gently from where he sits next to her, concerned.
“Yes?” She asks it weakly.
“Telephone for you, Ms Montmorency.” Elspeth replies, her voice questioning and lively. She is oblivious to Sue's distress; just delighted to have her back at work, heading up the company as capably as ever. She continues, smiling.
“You'll take the call in my office?”
“Yes. Yes, Elspeth.”
“Very good.”
Sue closes her eyes again for a moment; forces them open after a second or two. She puts her hands on the table, the joints white with the strain. Presses down and lifts herself up. She is shocked at how weak her legs have gone under her. She feels drained, the room whirling with the dizziness and exhaustion she feels.
Elspeth leads the way, high-heels soft on the silky-soft pale carpet of Sue's office.
In the office, Sue leans heavily on the front desk; lifts the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Hello Ms Montmorency? This is Inspector Zamoxolo from the Police department.”
“Yes?” Sue's voice is suddenly urgent.
“We think we have a lead your missing partner.”
“Yes?” Sue's voice is practically singing with elation and relief. “Yes? What is the lead?”
“We have a report from a man who lives on the edge of town; near the industrial area. He says he thinks he saw a car of the description you and Mr. Mokgotsi supplied; heading out to the old industrial area.”
“What?” Sue's voice is at once relieved and concerned. “Has anyone been up there?”
“We have a team moving through systematically; starting at the paper mill on Old Main Road.”
“That...it could take days.” Sue breathes.
“It could. But we have to do things thoroughly.”
“Surely you must have some idea where they were heading?”
“The man who saw the car said they looked as if they were heading to the ridges, where the old refineries were. But from where he lives, it would be impossible to tell. They could have headed
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