“In a meeting. Relax. It’s a half day. You probably won’t see him at all.”
She sighs. “Oh, good.” Then looks guilty. “I really can’t say that to you anymore, can I?”
“Of course you can. He’s still intense.”
She laughs, and I head to my desk to work through a stack of reports Damion has me compiling on the different properties. Come noon, I haven’t heard from him, and I dial Maggie to see what time she’s heading to the shelter tomorrow, but I get her voice mail.
Another hour later, Dana and I wish each other a happy holiday. As I step onto the elevator to head to HR, I think of how much I like Dana. It was incredibly kind of her to want to find Natalie’s pictures for her. Sadly, though, Natalie never deserved Dana’s concern.
I’m stepping off the elevator when my cell rings, and it’s Damion. “This security thing is blowing up. The ringleader of the security breaches was a management-level employee at one of the other properties. A dozen employees have been arrested for a plot to steal from the casino, including Natalie.” He hesitates.
“What? What aren’t you saying?”
“Maggie is one of them.”
I stop walking and lean against the wall. “Oh, God. No. Damion. I’m sorry.”
“Money makes people crazy.”
I think of the woman who bribed him, of how that must live in his mind. “I don’t want your money. You know that, right?”
“Kali, baby, you’re the one thing I’m sure of, and that’s good right now. It’s really good.”
“Damion, I … I …”
“Me, too. Me, too. We’ll translate that later.”
I smile sadly, because I know how much he’s hurting. “Sooner rather than later. Can I come to you?”
“No. I don’t want you in this. I’ll call you later and then I just want to lock ourselves away and forget this shit for the rest of the night.”
“Yes. I’ll be here. Call me.”
* * *
At nearly seven o’clock, Damion has checked in with me several times but doesn’t seem close to being home. Home, I think, looking around his suite. I wonder if we shouldn’t get a real home. He’s never had that. Ever. I want him to have that.
Another hour passes, and when my cell rings this time, it’s Terrance. “We need to talk.”
My gut knots. “Why don’t I like how that sounds?”
“Heads up: Natalie told Damion that you were in this, too, and that you were going to write a tell-all piece and expose him for what he is.”
“Oh, God. No. It’s a lie.”
“I believe you, and I think he does, too, but he’s had a hell of a day.”
I remember him grabbing my hand and telling me no recordings. He’s going to be suspicious. People have lied to him. I’ve been lied to. I know what that feels like.
“Kali, are you there?”
“Where is he?”
“He left the police station about an hour ago.”
“I have to go.” I hang up and dial Damion. He doesn’t answer. I race for a drawer and rip away my robe and shove on jeans and a tank top, slide on my Keds. I don’t have a car, since I let go of my rental, so I decide to take a cab. I race for the door and stop. Where the heck am I even going? He isn’t at the police station. I dial Dehlia to discover he’s not at the shelter, either.
The door buzzes and opens, and a weary Damion appears, dropping his briefcase on the floor. I launch myself at him and throw my arms around his neck. “I would never write a tell-all about you. I told her I’d investigate before I met you, when she told me a horror story. The minute I met you I knew she was lying. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. And I love you. And I think we should get a house that is a home and get away from work all the time. And—”