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“Damien King. I’m an old friend of your soon-to-be son-in-law.”
The governor shifts his stance uncomfortably, clearly caught off guard. “I—uh. I see.” He lowers his voice a fraction, like he’s about to tell me a secret. “I knew your father. He was…”
“So ruthless he made the devil look like a humanitarian?” I finish for him before winking at Margaret who hasn’t taken her eyes off me. “Well, you know what they say—like father, like son.”
Cain snorts and we all turn our attention to him.
“Sorry.” He pounds on his chest and coughs. “Must be coming down with something.”
The governor nods. “Margaret said you haven’t been feeling well since last night.” He levels him with a look. “Do you think you can pull it together for the next hour? There are some important associates of mine waiting for you in conference room B.”
Cain looks like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Of course. Let’s go.” He starts walking but pauses. The smile on his face is about as fake as the governor’s toupee. “You said you were leaving, right?”
“Indeed.” My expression hardens. “I have something very precious waiting for me back at home.”
Governor Bexley and Margaret exchange a bemused glance.
“Home?” Margaret questions. “I thought Cain said you were visiting?”
“I am. But like I was telling Cain earlier, I’ll be dealing with some important business matters this month, and since I detest hotels, I decided to purchase the Vanderbilt Castle.”
Cain makes a face, but he quickly recovers when the governor whistles. “That’s quite an investment for such a short visit.”
Cain checks his watch. “We should probably get going.”
“How long are you in town for?” Margaret asks as we begin ambling down the hallway.
“That all depends on how well my new associate cooperates with me.” I slap Cain’s shoulder when we reach the atrium. “However, if I’m still in town for the election, I’ll make sure to vote for you.”
The look Cain gives me could kill a dead man.
And the look I give him…warns him this was only round two.