Justice: A Billionaire Romance by Lauren Landish Page B

started doing her pull ups, making sure to stop at the bottom of each one, pausing to let her muscles stretch and to make the lift as hard as possible. I knew she was taking it easy, knowing now that she'd be on patrol later. After completing her first set, she dropped to the ground and went over to the wall, where the first of the weight vests she'd use was hanging.
    "I think Riley will do fine," I said. "I'll talk to him before going in to MJT. Unless you want to?"
    Andrea laughed, shaking her head. "No thanks. I learned not to walk in on my sleeping brother during his teenage years."
    "All right, I'll go take care of Riley," I said laughing. "Maybe he can use the patrol as a reason to get out of bed early, have a lunch date with Janet or something."

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    I found Mom in her office, reading over some reports. MJT had certainly moved from its original location, the building in the warehouse area that was now in fact the strike base Riley and Andi would be using that evening. After the collapse of the Confederation and Owen Lynch's syndicate, MJT was able to in fact purchase the entire Hamilton Building. Now occupying the top three floors, the Building was still one of the financial hubs of the city. "Hey Mom, how's it going?"
    Even though she was my mother, my admiration for Tabby McCaffery was genuine. She called it luck, and maybe there was a bit of it in the way that her relationship with Sophie had led to her meeting Mark. But the growth of MJT was as much due to her hard work and genius as Mark's. More than once she'd made decisions and done things that she hadn't consulted Mark on, and she was almost invariably right. Her actions had saved or made MJT hundreds of millions over the course of the years, to the point that Mark had merely turned over everything except his personal stock market work to Mom and let her consult with him when she needed it. That was during the time we all jokingly called him the World's Richest Groundskeeper.
    Mom looked up from her desk and smiled. "Good morning honey. How was the house?"
    "Things are fine. I had to tell Riley he needs to reschedule his date with Janet, Mark needs our help with some work tonight," I said. We never spoke directly about vigilante work outside of the house, although we'd get around it at times using euphemisms. "Wish Dad didn't have to go up to the capitol to talk with the governor, but it happens."
    I sat down at my desk. Officially, I was Mom's executive assistant, although the reality was, I was learning how to be an executive in the company. Mom knew that part of the reason MJT had been able to be successful for so long was that she was able to harness the ambitiousness of youth to keep it ahead of companies being run by so-called older and wiser heads. She wanted fresh blood in the executive chairs as quickly as possible, and that meant me. Andi was more interested in Dad and Mark's work at City Hall, Riley was still in school, and while Barbara was overseas, she’d be unavailable in general. "So what can I help you with today?"
    "First I'm going to need you to review the contracts with that charitable group you were working on," Mom said, "then get tickets for Saturday night. I just heard that the Philharmonic is doing a special with Hans Zimmer, and I thought Sophie and Mark would like to go."
    "And if Mark says he's too busy?" I asked. "You know how he gets."
    "Then I'll tell Sophie to tie him down to the bed," Mom said with a grin. "Although he might like that too much."
    We went to work, Mom on her projects while I worked on mine. Mom preferred to have an open setup to her office instead of closed cubicles, so even though I was technically her assistant, I shared the space with her and her other assistant, a quiet but very competent girl named Alicia who handled a lot of the day to day correspondence and stuff like that. She was a product of the MJT community centers, second generation in fact. Her mother had been part of the first wave of job