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He said...
“I have work to do.”
“Dammit.” She muttered and she felt an emotional weight dragging her like a riptide. She felt more for him than she should and at some point she would have to address that problem. In spite of her regrets or her better sense, every day spent with Bolden drummed up memories of Tollin. And she couldn’t think of Tollin, without recalling the day she’d come to know Morpheus Gustafson.
When Eliza met Morpheus, she’d been new at her job working for the Delors corporation, doing various assignments and her official title had been ‘Chief Continuity Officer. That’s what it had said on her letterhead, as well as the plaque on her office door. In spite of the label, her primary role had been to protect the Delors and their family name. If anything had been rumored and the gossip stood the chance of affecting them in any way, it was her job to ensure that the problem was dealt with. She’d been known for her cu
Tollin had been brilliant in business and that same arrogance had ruined his life. He’d undeniably loved Eliza and he would have cut his heart out if it meant losing her. He’d assumed that their political views weren’t the same, because whenever they talked politics, they’d never been on the same page. So...to save face; and to avoid arguments; Tollin had decided that politics would have to be one of their off-limits topics. He had loved her, but he’d kept his politics to himself. From the start, he’d had it in his mind to approach the governor himself, with the promise of donations in excess of half a billion dollars. With that kind of money behind him; he’d imagined that the payoff for him would come in many ways. Maybe a seat on the presidents cabinet, or better yet; a bill that would favor one of his industries. The sky would have been the limit and that’s what Tollin had always wanted; the sky, the moon and the stars--and Eliza. For months, Tollin had bought information from the governors staff, finding out what he would need to know, before he made his pitch. According to their collective voices, Andrew had pla