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Her Indecent Proposal (The Bad Boy Billionaires #10) Page 26
Author: Judy Angelo

She nodded.  “I just want to get this over and done with so I can move on.”

“I understand.”  His voice was heavy and Melanie could tell that although this was her problem, he really cared.  “Come on, let’s go.”

She stared at him as he shrugged into his jacket.  “You’re coming with me?”

He cocked an eyebrow at her.  “You thought I’d let you face this man alone?”

“But what if your presence tips him off?”

“By the time he comes into your office it will be too late for him to run anywhere.  He’ll have no choice but to talk.”

“Or else what?” she challenged, giving him a teasing grin.

“Or else he’ll have a very irate husband to answer to.”  Sloane gave her a playful chuck under the chin.  “Now let’s go before that meeting ends and he disappears.”

Melanie took his hand and stood up beside Sloane and in his grasp was a firmness and strength that gave her a sudden surge of confidence.

She was a feminist in her own way – a strong, independent businesswoman – but it felt good to know that she had a man like Sloane in her life.  It made fighting a battle like this one so much easier.  And, for that, and the fact that she’d been blessed with a caring husband, she was truly grateful.

***

Sloane put his arm around Melanie’s shoulder as she spoke, her voice clear, her eyes never wavering from the officer’s face.  And he was proud of her.

It had been a harrowing twenty minutes in her office, with Palmer looking like he wanted to bolt any minute, but with Sloane in the room, leaning against the door that represented his only possible exit, he had no option but to keep his plump backside in the chair and sweat through Melanie’s interrogation.

Of course, he had no idea his confession was being recorded but in the end that  was extraneous because Sloane was right there in the room with them, a perfect witness, listening to every word.

Palmer blamed Zena, he blamed his wife who had pressed him into a shaky investment scheme that crashed, he blamed everybody but himself.

But in the end it didn’t matter who he blamed.  He was guilty as sin and he would be made to pay.  The only thing was, Sloane wanted to make sure he dragged Zena down with him.

In the end, he needn’t have concerned himself.  Once he realized there was no way out the man was more than eager to talk and he was out to protect no-one, not if blabbing his mouth meant less jail time.  He told them everything, from the day Zena called him out of the blue and arranged for a lunch meeting, to the story she’d given him about the rosy prospects of her cousin's film company, to his hesitation after reviewing the paperwork, and then to his capitulation when she’d offered him the hefty cash incentive.

“You threw me under the bus, Trent.”  Melanie’s eyes flashed as she held him with her glare and even when he bowed his head in shame she did not let up.  “You were my right hand.  I trusted you.”  Then her lips twisted in a bitter smile.  “I trusted you way too much.  I let you have free reign to make major decisions because I had faith in you, in your loyalty and your competency.  Look where it got me.”

When Palmer left the office he was a shell of the man who had walked in.  But that was his problem.  As soon as they saw the back of him Sloane jerked his head toward the door.  “Let’s head down to the station and get this reported immediately.”

He didn’t have to say it twice.  Melanie was out the door and marching down the hallway before the words were all out, her mouth set in a determined line, her back straight.  It was obvious she meant business.

And now, without so much as a tremble of the lips, she was recounting the tale to Officer Sutherland, leaving no detail out.  Sloane had expected a show of emotion, possibly even tears, but the woman, his brave little wife, was handling things like she made police reports about rogue employees every day.

Still, when they finally left the station two hours later, Sloane could see that she was drained.  He gathered her to him, letting her lean against him as they walked back to his car, then he bundled her into the passenger’s seat and buckled her in, just like you would a little kid.

And that was what she looked like now, so different from the woman who had spent the afternoon bullying a man three times her size.  Now she was fragile and vulnerable and all he wanted was for her to know that everything would be all right.

When Sloane pulled out of the parking lot the sun was beginning to set behind the hills.  He looked over at Melanie but her head was back against the rest, her eyes closed.  He reached over with one hand to pat her leg.  “It will all work out,” he said quietly.  “They’ll pick Zena up before she leaves the country.  Even if Palmer called her right after he left your office there's no way she could have boarded an international flight and skipped town.  The police alerted the airport as soon as we tipped them off.”

Melanie’s eyes were open now and she gave him a tired smile.  “Oh, I’m not worried about that.  I’m just doing an internal strategy session on how to pick up the pieces.  Whatever happens to them, my film division is still in shambles.”

"I’ve been thinking about that,” Sloane said as he stroked her leg, his eyes never leaving the road, “and I want my team to do an assessment of what can be salvaged of this Rapid Films operation.”

She threw him a puzzled glance.  “Why?”

“I’m thinking, if it’s got anything worthwhile, I can buy it from you.”

She dropped her hand on top of his and pushed it off her leg.  “Buy it from me?” she snapped.  “Do you think I’m some damsel in distress that you have to save?  I’m a business leader, Sloane, a CEO who grew her portfolio to over a billion dollars.  I don’t need you to rescue me.”

Her reaction took him by surprise.  Relief, he’d expected.  Even gratitude.  But anger?

“Listen, all I said was I’d have my people review the case.  There’s no need to get defensive.”

“There’s every need to get defensive.  If I need your help I’ll let you know.”  She folded her arms across her chest.  “In the meanwhile, you run your business and let me run mine.”

Sloane gripped the wheel with both hands and stared straight ahead.

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