what I mean,” Richard said.
This time he clicked to display a file. At first when Trinity looked at the handout, the figures and columns jumbled before her eyes; then, she started to sort through the data. She could see Bill doing the same out of her peripheral vision. The negative projections on how their workforce and revenue would be impacted by the bad press hit Trinity hard.
No matter how much she told herself that this wasn’t her fault, that what had simply started as a favor to her best friend had gotten completely out of control with his unexpected death, it didn’t make her feel any less responsible for what could happen to innocent people along the way.
Patricia drove the nail in harder. “That’s an estimated five thousand people with families in New Orleans alone who will end up unemployed.”
A city in desperate need of jobs. Trinity knew that.
“You don’t know that,” Bill asserted, a little of his spirit reappearing.
The woman didn’t seem to care about a little thing like facts…or decorum. She leaned forward, hands planted squarely on the table, and looked Trinity directly in the eye. “That means they’re gonna need all the charity they can get. You know, the same kind your clients receive over at Maison,” she said, a snide twist to her voice. “That’s something your brain can actually grasp, right?”
Trinity felt herself withdraw from the unexpected attack, but forced herself to hold completely still. It was the only coping mechanism she had. If she held still, no one could see her, no one could take a swipe at her. Or in this case, gather any more evidence to use against her.
She forced her voice to stay steady as she said, “The last thing I want is for families to lose their income.”
“They will as long as you hang this board up with your court case.”
Trinity raised a brow in disbelief. “I’m not the one who initiated the case.”
“That’s not how the press sees it.” Richard nodded toward the screen .
Larry stood up, his height and girth commanding attention. “Let’s focus here. We need to do something about this before it gets to be a huge problem. The issue here is the need to sway public opinion in such a way that it will reassure our investors and raise stock prices.” He sighed. “I believe I’ve got an idea.”
His glance in her direction was almost apologetic. “Even before this bad press, I looked into a business consultant to help you. Now I realize hiring him might reassure our investors that our corporation is not simply being run by someone completely inexperienced.”
Bill grunted, but Trinity laid a hand on his arm. Let everyone think she was inexperienced. She was, to a certain extent, though years spent talking aspects of his business through with Michael had taught her some very valuable things. Not that she’d expected to ever have to use that knowledge. But now that he was gone, she was more than grateful.
“That sounds like an interesting proposition,” she said instead of rejecting the proposal outright.
“He’s here, actually. He was in town and I asked if he would meet with you,” Larry said.
That took her back a little bit, but at least it expedited things.
“Here?” Richard asked, his voice booming in the room. “Let’s bring him in.”
Trinity winced. How lovely—another businessman to “fix” the problem of her inexperience. Even if she won the case against the people trying to take her inheritance away, consultants like this would be telling her what to do.
The room went oddly quiet as Larry stepped out into the hallway. Trinity felt a sick kind of anticipation build inside her. Logic said if this consultant could help, it would be a good thing for a lot of people. Fear said he could end up being just one more person to criticize her after analyzing her every move.
The door opened and Larry stepped back inside with another man following close behind.
Trinity took one look into the gray-green eyes she’d never expected to see again and wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole.
Rhett saw the surprise in Trinity’s eyes as he walked into the room but didn’t experience the usual thrill he felt as the game started in earnest.
Angry tones and placating words swirled around the periphery of his awareness. Still Rhett couldn’t tear his gaze from the wide-eyed woman seated halfway up the table. Her slender elegance seemed out of place amid the stout men in power suits who filled the room. Today her wealth of dark hair was pulled back from the fine cheekbones, making Rhett wish to see it loose and tumbling in waves around her shoulders as it had last night at the museum.
Today her expression was more guarded. He sensed the hard barrier she’d placed between herself and those she surely saw as adversaries, giving her the calm, blank stare of a sphinx. Where had she learned to do that? Or did it come naturally to her? Was it always her reaction to the men surrounding her?
Or had he truly caught her in an unguarded moment the night before, a time when she’d been alone with her thoughts and unprepared to defend herself against her enemies?
Rhett wasn’t sure, but the question came from somewhere deep inside of him. It wasn’t just curiosity about information that would help him do his job. No, this was a bone-deep desire to solve the mystery in front of him. Would he be satisfied with exposing her as a liar? Or would finding evidence of her less-than-stellar character leave him with a bad taste in his mouth for once?
Because Rhett wasn’t just good at what he did. He was exceptional. He had yet to complete a case without finding something to prove his client’s suspicions valid. This one would end the same…even if the chase was much more interesting.
As Larry introduced Rhett to the board, Trinity blinked, slowly, almost deliberately, then turned her gaze toward the man seated beside her. Her lawyer, Rhett remembered now from his files. Something about her breaking eye contact with him finally jump-started his adrenaline.
“I don’t see how this will help,” Bill complained. “Why would his presence sway public opinion at all? It just looks like a PR move, which will hardly be reassuring.”
“He has a proven track record of inspiring confidence in investors,” Larry countered. Rhett had met the man earlier this morning, when Richard and Patricia had filled Larry in on Rhett’s secret assignment. “We tell the media and our shareholders that we’re addressing the concerns of our employees and making sure the business is in the best possible hands.”
Protests rose around the room once more; the group sounded more like unruly schoolchildren than business professionals. Only Trinity sat quietly in the midst of the chaos.
It didn’t take long for Rhett to reach his limit. He gave the black tabletop before him a firm smack. Once the room quieted and he had the full attention of those around him, he asked in a firm tone, “Do you want to make the best of this situation or lose everything you helped Michael Hyatt work so hard to build?”
The room went utterly still as Rhett deliberately moved his gaze from one man to the next. Even the background hum of the air conditioner seemed to subside. Then his attention
