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Trilanta had just offered up a partnership in exchange for some free advertising and a quiet buy-out of a concession contract any businessman would salivate over. No matter how he looked at it, this meant big bucks. Mr. Vip was going to do cartwheels when Varion told him.
    “I think you’ll find Gor and Tabbler very cooperative.” Willyem stood up to shake her hand again. “Just give me and my team here a little time to look into this … worm problem you’re having. We’ll see if we can take care of it nice and quietly for you.”
    Sharing a smile with him, Palli nodded and led them out. Once they were all piled back into the company vehicle, Willyem let out a whoop. Varion felt close to dancing himself.
    “Did you hear that?” his boss demanded. “This gets top priority. I want you to start digging into Binner and Son’s accounting right away and find out what it’ll take to buy Junior out without a fuss. Rion, you handle things on our end. Shift some of our holdings around if you have to, but arrange to have a check ready. I want this deal to go through quickly and smoothly.”
    “Yes, sir.” While playing the role of Rion Nach, Varion kept his grin to himself.
    Willyem was silent for a moment, but then he looked up with a warm, satisfied expression. “Do you know, I fell in love with that park the day my father first took me there when I was a boy. The thought of owning even a piece of it… Call me a sentimental fool, but that would be the tail on my comet.”
    The look of nostalgia on the older man’s face was something Varion had never expected. Nor was the tiny twinge of guilt that suddenly pinched his gut. He remained silent the rest of the way back to the office.
    * * * *
    “Idiot.” Mr. Vip’s voice was laced with contempt when Varion called him that night. Fortunately, his real boss wasn’t referring to him. “Did he really think he could keep this quiet? Gor’s getting soft in the head.”
    “Quiet was the one thing Ms. Farr emphasized,” Varion pointed out. “She doesn’t want this information made public for fear of how it will reflect on the park and on the rest of the Binner family.”
    Vip waved the concern away as if it were nothing, but Varion knew he was paying attention.
    “We’ll start digging into those records ourselves,” his boss said. “Discreetly, of course. No need to tip Gor off to our plans. Contact me immediately if Gor and Tabbler starts to make a move. I won’t have them beating us out on this one.”
    “Yes—” The screen went black. “Sir,” Varion finished lamely.
    His boss had disconnected on him. Again.
    Massaging his temples, he pulled up his messages to see who else had called. The sight of Benni’s face filling the screen melted his stress.
    “Hey, stranger,” she said in the recording. “No problem changing our plans to Friday. You know I’m flexible, ha-ha. I’m working, so I need to bump things up until 10:30, though. The arcade is open until midnight. That work for you?”
    Glancing at the time indicator in the corner of the screen, he realized she’d left this message last night, before he’d run into her today and pretended not to know her. Actually, she’d called at the exact same time he’d been whacking off to thoughts of her in the shower. Would she still want to meet with him? And would he be enjoying her limber body again anytime soon?
    * * * *
    Benni watched Varion as he walked through the front door to the laser arcade the next evening. She didn’t know how anyone could ever mistake him. As far as she was concerned, his smooth, casual stride was a dead giveaway. Tonight, his skin was flawless ebony, his eyes black as collapsed stars, and his head totally bald. The man beneath the façade, however, hadn’t changed.
    “I wasn’t sure you’d show up tonight.” She had to look up at him when he drew closer.
    His nearly invisible eyebrows shot up in surprise. “And here I was worried you wouldn’t show. Why would you think