Chapter 31: The Blues

"We suspect it's that journalist, Christine What's-her-name," Alistair said as he drove along the busy downtown street. "Byron managed to get her fired by threatening to sue the newspaper for libel. After your article came out, public opinion turned against Christine, so the newspaper probably considered her more of a liability. We're pretty sure this latest scam is her handiwork."

"Dammit, I told him not to get her fired," Emily said.

Traffic was stalled, and she waited impatiently in the back seat of the limo. Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer, knowing that Byron was in a state of despair.

"It'll be faster if I walk," she said, jumping out while the limo was stopped at a light, "Thanks, Alistair."

She strode quickly to the familiar highrise and took the elevator all the way to the penthouse, fidgeting restlessly all the way.

"I said I don't want to look at the numbers!" Byron shouted as she came in.

He sat on the couch with his back to her, and he must have assumed