38. Jansen
CHAPTER 38
JANSEN
T hough I have several fires to put out today, and piles of reports to review, my conversation with Charles takes precedence. Derek’s come in for the meeting, too.
“Any updates on the source of the emails?” I ask.
“Nothing yet,” Charles says. “I’ve run them through a few different tracking tools, but I haven’t found any common factors.”
“Another one came in this morning. We’ll forward it to you,” Derek says.
“Okay, good. I have more things to try. It’ll just take some time.”
“Keep working on it,” Derek says. “I don’t know what else you have on your plate, but I’d like this to be among your top priorities.”
Charles gives him a salute. “Will do.”
As Charles is leaving my office, Ana walks by. She glances in and nods at Derek and me with a small smile, but unfortunately, she doesn’t stop.
I’ve had to keep myself from calling her into my office for the sole purpose of seeing her face—and also to see how she’s doing—and to ask her to stay the night again. But I try to keep our contact to a minimum at the office, since she’s uncomfortable with what she sees as a professional conflict, and because anytime I see her, I want to get inside her clothes.
Since saying goodbye to her this morning, the day has been shitty, especially after another threatening email came in.
The messages have gradually been getting more specific, and this one detailed the “fraud” the person plans to expose and how they plan to expose it. Their closing hinted at the sizable demands they’re going to make to prevent the information they have from being released.
I don’t understand the build-up. Why not be direct and make demands? Whoever this person is, they’re toying with us, and I have no fucking patience for it.
But seeing Ana calms the annoying buzz in my head, and momentarily releases the tightness in my chest. She’s like a fresh breeze blowing through the office, and I’d feel that way about her even if I didn’t know what a delicious pussy she has .
Derek catches my eye. He’s thinking about her, too.
I never expected to sleep in my business partner’s bed, but there was no way I was leaving Ana’s side last night. And surprisingly, it wasn’t strange at all. It was all about Ana, and I hope we can spend the night with her again very soon.
Maybe tonight.
Maybe every night.