Chapter Nine #2

“Which was?” Oliver asked, and even he seemed serious now.

“To copy and steal secrets,” Sosa explained. “Sometime it is

government secrets. She will go with her father to a party at an influential

person’s house. While the adults are talking, she sneaks away and finds where

the computers are and downloads them. Most of the time she wouldn’t leave a

trace. If they were worried about it, they would do some halfhearted hacking

shit to distract from the real problem.”

Damon stood. “I need to call Ian.”

Vivian had an open, happy expression on her face. “Should I

come? Mal and I worked on this case all weekend.”

Damon frowned. “Mal? What are you doing working… I don’t

want to know, do I?” He turned back to Vivian. “I cannot tell you how impressed

I am with you.”

Vivian froze as though she knew something bad was coming.

“But…”

Mal stood up. “No buts. She found the case. She’ll work it,

and I’ll be her second and her guard.”

Damon’s head shook. “Damn it, Mal. This is serious. I was

going to let her work a simple corporate spy case. This has international

implications, and it affects her family.”

“Which is why she’s perfect.” Mal was going to stand his

ground. He’d been here for months. He’d already proved his worth by getting

Damon’s agents—who were also his children—out of several tight spots. “No one

will think she’s working on this. She’s a psychologist. And honestly, if these

people are as good as they say they are, they’ll know who your operatives are,

and the Dallas operatives, too. She won’t be on their radar. And neither will

I.”

Damon’s eyes narrowed on him. “Did she really find the

case?”

“I assure you she did,” Mal replied, looking to Vivian before

he turned to Damon again. “I put them in front of her. I’ve been going over old

cases, and that one was in the stack I pulled. I realized the connection and

gave it to her in a group of cases. I didn’t point it out. She had to find it.

Which was quite frankly exactly what you were doing, though in a bit of the

opposite direction, I suspect. You wanted her to present the Nichols’ case. I

left the notes to solve that one for you. It would be a waste of Vivian’s time

and talents.”

“The Nichols’ case was a starter case,” Damon shot back. “A

proper case for her.”

“She’s not a starter. She’s been profiling for you for years

now. I know she doesn’t have military experience, but that’s what I’m here for.

She’s had plenty of self-defense training, and she knows how to use several

weapons. I wouldn’t put her in a knife fight, but she can protect her team if

she needs to.”

Dark brows rose over Damon’s eyes. “And if I choose another

lead?”

Mal simply stared at him. There were times when quiet worked

better than threats.

“Or we can make this Mal’s first case,” Penny pointed out.

“He would be in charge, and he can assign his own team. You’ve been planning on

testing him. He’s right about the fact that no one knows him, and they’ll view

Vivian as nothing more than a desk worker.”

“They’ll see my position as nepotism because of my last

name,” Vivian said quietly. “It’s a good thing. They’ll underestimate me. I

don’t look like an operative. I’m perfectly fine having Malcolm in charge. I

never expected I would run the team. But I do want to be on it.”

“I would have zero problems working on a team Mal is

running. He’s shown great leadership in the last couple of months, and somehow

he’s way less of an asshole than he was in the beginning,” Robert said. “Just

the other day he was working with Nicky and Nicky came back and didn’t want to

kill him.”

Well, that was quite rude. “What did I do to Nick?”

Ariel snorted and put a hand on her husband’s leg. “You can

be quiet, and Nick likes to talk. Apparently you’re more open to being friendly

now.”

“He’s not rude,” Vivian argued. “He takes his job

seriously.”

“Oh, I can be rude,” he admitted. “But I find myself in an

infinitely better mood lately. Are you sure? I don’t want to take anything from

you.”

“Not what I heard,” Oliver said in an exaggerated whisper.

“Oliver.” Penelope managed to make her son’s name an

admonition.

“Wait. What else would Mal want from Vivian?” Robert asked,

obviously confused.

Well, at least one person didn’t know.

Ariel leaned over and whispered into her husband’s ear.

Robert’s eyes went wide. “Does her dad know? Can I be there when he finds out?”

Vivian had gone a vivid pink.

“Hey, our relationship is D/s only.” Mal wanted to give her

as much cover as he could. “She’s not looking at me like I’m boyfriend

material. She knows I’m too old for her, which is why she’s clearly defined the

relationship. I expect you to respect it. If you want to look at our contract,

I’ll provide it.”

A lie, but a necessary one. While they’d all been testing

him, he’d been doing the same. Robert was far more easily shamed than the rest

of them. Pointing out that he was challenging Mal’s rights as a dominant

partner would mean something to the man.

“Of course not,” Robert said apologetically. “It’s hard

because I’ve known her since she was a child. She reminds me of my own girls.”

“And you’re a good ten years older than Mal,” Vivian pointed

out. “If I were involved with you, it might worry my father. There’s only a

decade between me and Mal, and quite frankly, most men my age act like Oliver.

It’s no one else’s business, and it won’t affect our working relationship.”

“Well, beyond the fact that Mal’s going to lose his bloody

brain if anything happens to you,” Oliver pointed out. “However, this seems

extremely simple, and they don’t even have a plan yet. I can safely go on my

op. Though I will need a new guard. You know no one shows up to one of these

things without their staff. Who wants to party?”

Oh, this was going to be fun. “When we got interested in Kit

Lowe, we did a deep background check, including who the man works with now.

He’s a consultant on a project with Kirkallan

Industries. That’s the name of the company we suspect has connections to The

Chateau. We decided to check the guest lists for the wedding you’re working,

Oliver. Kit Lowe is going to be at that wedding and likely some of the

festivities surrounding it. It appears we will be coming with you, and I think

you’ll find… What do you call them? Oh, yes. The olds will likely pay very

close attention to your mission. Which is now my mission, and you’re one of my

operatives.”

Oliver’s handsome face fell. “Fuck me.”

He was about to give the rest of the room a hard-core

lecture on how Vivian was smart and would never have a real relationship with

him and how dare they think that when her hand slipped into his. She tangled

their fingers together.

“So, we’re going to a wedding?” she asked.

“Looks like it,” he replied. “And unfortunately, we still

have to take Oliver.”

Oliver was looking peppy again. “Hey, has anyone thought about

the fact that the only way to bring Vivi with me is for her to be my date? Fun

times ahead, love.”

He might have to murder his friend.

* * * *

Vivian sat in Damon’s office as her uncle stared out

of the large monitor with a frown on his face. Unfortunately, Uncle Ian wasn’t

alone. He was with his partner. Who was also Vivian’s dad.

“You want to what?” Uncle Ian asked Damon. “Do you not have

any female operatives who can do the job, because I know Lucy is there. I can

see why Sami wouldn’t want to go undercover as her brother’s date. That’s some

Lannister shit there, but Lucy can go. I could send Kala over. She’ll probably

kill Oliver, though. I would send Kenzie, but then Ben would kill Oliver, and

that Canadian is mean. I like him.”

Damon sighed and leaned toward the monitor. “Vivian found

the connection. She knows the case, and I believe she’ll be invaluable when it

comes to profiling in the field.”

“Hey, sweetie. That is such excellent work. It’s the first

real break we’ve had, and you should know the whole team at MDWM is thrilled to

have something new to work with.” Her father was still in amazing shape. He

kept his hair close cropped and always had a ready smile for her. Many a

teenaged friend had tried to hit on her dad.

Then they met her mom.

“Not that I’m surprised. You’ve always been good at

puzzles,” her father continued. “But, sweetheart, you’ve never been in the

field before.”

Mal stood somewhere behind her, clinging to the shadows like

he often did. He was a big, gorgeous, broody sex toy. Except he wasn’t merely

that. He was rapidly becoming someone she depended on. Wanted in her life.

She hadn’t even gotten her prize yet. They’d worked all

weekend, and there was something comforting to that as well. Seeing how patient

he was, how he would bring her tea or biscuits. She’d fallen asleep at the

table and he put her in his bed, but he’d slept on the couch.

She wished he’d slept with her so she could have rolled over

and been sleepy and oops, she kissed him and she couldn’t take that back.

But he was a gentleman.

“There’s a first time for everything,” she explained

briskly. “The team has decided I’m the best person for the job, and I’m eager

to get out of the office. Mom always talked about how much she enjoyed

fieldwork.”

Her father had visibly paled. “That was a long time ago. The

world was different.”

This was what her father always said when she talked about

working in the field. “No, it’s not. It’s the same dangerous place it’s always

been. Damon thinks I’m ready.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that exactly, not for all fieldwork,

but I think you’re certainly ready to go to a party and talk to Kit Lowe about

his AI projects,” Damon said. “Look, I’ve thought about this for months since I

knew this would be your reaction. But the truth of the matter is Vivian is the

best person for the job. The wedding is on an estate outside of London. It’s a

two-day affair. She’ll go as Oliver’s date, and she’ll have a bodyguard and an

assistant, who is also a bodyguard and backup. Apparently, all the best rich arseholes

travel with an entourage.”

Her uncle seemed to understand her dad needed a minute.

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