real… honest. I’m looking forward to meeting her in
person.”
“She’s
feisty… and extremely beautiful.”
“She
is. I’ve seen her around. I think your mom and I stayed at one of her
properties one time when we went to Seattle.”
“Well,
I’m glad that you’re involved at this stage. Hopefully, she won’t require your
services much longer.”
“I
hope you’re right, Son, because for the first time, it’s possible that you and
I will end up face to face on opposite sides of the courtroom.”
The
thought alone makes me nervous. More and more as I think about it, I hope that
this is some horrible mistake and hope the media has all their facts wrong.
We
talk about the reason he was calling in the first place. After I end the call,
I have to admit that I can’t get Jada McLean, and the troubles that face her,
out of my mind. I feel even guiltier now about that last conversation we had.
That night, I barely sleep.
* * *
The
next morning, I have a long conversation with Ian. Reporters have been calling,
the police have been calling, and more and more it looks like Richard’s murder
is slowly becoming a public relations nightmare for my business and me.
I feel
guilty as I try to figure out the best way to handle this. My ex-fiancé is dead,
and here I am trying to make sure my business isn’t affected. However, my
business is my baby, my livelihood, so I press on and confer with my PR
department. Charles also assigns someone to handle questions from the press. So
for now, that has been handled.
After
Bobby gets some work out of the way, we spend the afternoon on a boat tour of
the lake. It’s a welcome change. The last few days have been extraordinarily
overwhelming, yet I am so thankful. If Bobby hadn’t come, I don’t know that I’d
be able to handle any of this.
I
think about heading back to San Francisco. A trip that I intended to be
relaxing and a prelude to my fresh start has become very stressful. I don’t
know if it makes a difference whether I am in San Francisco or Lake Tahoe. That
said, the media would definitely be more in my face if I were there.
I find
it hard to relax for very long. I may be present for maybe five minutes then my
mind drifts back to everything that has happened since last Thursday.
My
phone rings, interrupting my thoughts. It’s Charles.
“Hi.”
“Jada.
How are you today? Better, I hope.”
“I
think I’ll be better when this is over.”
“I
thought you should know that the police have secured a search warrant for both
your penthouse and office.”
“I
guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Do you know what they are looking for?”
“A
weapon, documentation shared between you and Mr. Preston. One of my employees
has gone to oversee the search at your office. I am at your penthouse. I suggest
you allow your staff to leave during this process. They may try to interview
them. They are not bound to answer any questions that the officers may have.”
“Will
I know what they’ve confiscated?”
“Yes.
We will be taking a note of everything.”
“Okay.
Let me call Ian. You’ll be in touch later?”
“I
will.”
I
immediately call Ian with instructions. Bobby looks sadly at me. He can figure
out what is happening. After our not-so-relaxing tour, he warns me that if the
police know where I am, they may very well execute a search warrant here as
well. The only thing they could take that would bother, more so inconvenience
me is my laptop.
Once I
get to the house, I back up my entire laptop to a virtual storage site online.
So does Bobby. In the event they visit while he’s with me, they may confiscate
his as well.
I hate
the way this has interrupted his life. He has given up so much of his time for
me. In an attempt to show him how much I love and appreciate him, I make us
dinner, and we enjoy it on the terrace.
We
finish dinner, and while Bobby talks to Valencia, I clean the kitchen and pack
the dishwasher. Suddenly, out of
person.”
“She’s
feisty… and extremely beautiful.”
“She
is. I’ve seen her around. I think your mom and I stayed at one of her
properties one time when we went to Seattle.”
“Well,
I’m glad that you’re involved at this stage. Hopefully, she won’t require your
services much longer.”
“I
hope you’re right, Son, because for the first time, it’s possible that you and
I will end up face to face on opposite sides of the courtroom.”
The
thought alone makes me nervous. More and more as I think about it, I hope that
this is some horrible mistake and hope the media has all their facts wrong.
We
talk about the reason he was calling in the first place. After I end the call,
I have to admit that I can’t get Jada McLean, and the troubles that face her,
out of my mind. I feel even guiltier now about that last conversation we had.
That night, I barely sleep.
* * *
The
next morning, I have a long conversation with Ian. Reporters have been calling,
the police have been calling, and more and more it looks like Richard’s murder
is slowly becoming a public relations nightmare for my business and me.
I feel
guilty as I try to figure out the best way to handle this. My ex-fiancé is dead,
and here I am trying to make sure my business isn’t affected. However, my
business is my baby, my livelihood, so I press on and confer with my PR
department. Charles also assigns someone to handle questions from the press. So
for now, that has been handled.
After
Bobby gets some work out of the way, we spend the afternoon on a boat tour of
the lake. It’s a welcome change. The last few days have been extraordinarily
overwhelming, yet I am so thankful. If Bobby hadn’t come, I don’t know that I’d
be able to handle any of this.
I
think about heading back to San Francisco. A trip that I intended to be
relaxing and a prelude to my fresh start has become very stressful. I don’t
know if it makes a difference whether I am in San Francisco or Lake Tahoe. That
said, the media would definitely be more in my face if I were there.
I find
it hard to relax for very long. I may be present for maybe five minutes then my
mind drifts back to everything that has happened since last Thursday.
My
phone rings, interrupting my thoughts. It’s Charles.
“Hi.”
“Jada.
How are you today? Better, I hope.”
“I
think I’ll be better when this is over.”
“I
thought you should know that the police have secured a search warrant for both
your penthouse and office.”
“I
guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Do you know what they are looking for?”
“A
weapon, documentation shared between you and Mr. Preston. One of my employees
has gone to oversee the search at your office. I am at your penthouse. I suggest
you allow your staff to leave during this process. They may try to interview
them. They are not bound to answer any questions that the officers may have.”
“Will
I know what they’ve confiscated?”
“Yes.
We will be taking a note of everything.”
“Okay.
Let me call Ian. You’ll be in touch later?”
“I
will.”
I
immediately call Ian with instructions. Bobby looks sadly at me. He can figure
out what is happening. After our not-so-relaxing tour, he warns me that if the
police know where I am, they may very well execute a search warrant here as
well. The only thing they could take that would bother, more so inconvenience
me is my laptop.
Once I
get to the house, I back up my entire laptop to a virtual storage site online.
So does Bobby. In the event they visit while he’s with me, they may confiscate
his as well.
I hate
the way this has interrupted his life. He has given up so much of his time for
me. In an attempt to show him how much I love and appreciate him, I make us
dinner, and we enjoy it on the terrace.
We
finish dinner, and while Bobby talks to Valencia, I clean the kitchen and pack
the dishwasher. Suddenly, out of
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