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lucrative opportunity would lie in a merger. To get in on the ground floor of something like
that..."
"Sounds exciting." Dom admitted. "And what have you got to lose?"
"Hmph. A company that blackmails its employees."
"Yeah..." Dom replied, her eyes staring unseeingly across the room.
After a moment, Trin frowned and waved his hand before her face. "You with me, girl?"
Instead of answering, Dom moved to the edge of her seat and pulled Trin's hand into hers.
"Have you told anyone about your resignation or this new venture?"
Trin's dark eyes narrowed. "Besides you and my soon to be partners, no." He answered, with
a slow shake of his head.
Dom focused on his hand clasped between both of hers. "Would you be willing to? To talk
about it? On camera? You and your partners?"
Trin shrugged, finally understanding what she was getting at. "I'd have to discuss it with
them first."
Dom took a deep breath and stood. "Trin, you know I've never asked you to reveal things to
me for any story, but-"
"You want an exclusive?" He finished, smiling when she pressed her lips together and
nodded. He cupped her chin and brushed his thumb across the soft skin there. "You tryin' to get
special treatment here?" He teased.
Dom's expression grew solemn. "To get these guys for everything they've done? Everything
they've done to us? Yes." She admitted, her gaze unwavering. "I know it's unprofessional, but
this is personal for me."
Trin nodded and leaned down to place a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
"Do you have a few more minutes?" She asked, her fingers curling around the lapels of his
dark, three-piece pen-striped suit coat.
Trin pressed another kiss to her mouth. "I have as long as you need."
Dom smoothed her hands across his chest. "Good. I have something I want to run past you
and Marshall."
"Marshall?" Trin repeated, hoping his wife had something more private in mind.
Dominique was already pulling him out of the office. "We'll have to have your partners
cooperation too for this to work. But, I think we can do it." She rambled on, until they arrived at
Marshall's office door.
"You got a minute?" She called, watching Marshall stand behind his desk.
"Yeah, what's goin' on? Hey Trin." Marshall greeted, rounding the desk to shake hands with
the man.
"Okay." Dom sighed, rubbing her hands together as she watched Marshall and Trin. "Trin's
resigning from Morton and Farber." She announced, smiling when Marshall gasped.
"Well, does it have-"
"It has nothing to do with the story. He made the decision well before." Dom informed her
news manager. "He has a new business opportunity he wants to take advantage of. The offer was
made almost a year ago." She continued, going to stand close to her husband. "What I want to do
is get Trin and his partners on camera to talk about this new venture. Trin can announce his
resignation. That way, when everything is revealed about Morton and Farber, he'll be gone
and-"
"None of the fall out would touch him." Marshall finished. "You think we could pull it off?"
"It's worth a try. Besides, we've got quite a bit of time before the story airs. Sure they're
gonna be questions, whether he knew what was going on and such, but that's to be expected and
I think he'll still come out on top."
Marshall was nodding and his small dark eyes were sparkling with excitement. "I like it." He
said, just as his phone buzzed. "Don't move!" He ordered, rushing over to take the call.
Trin reached for Dominique's hand and toyed with her fingers. "I can't believe you're doing
this for me."
"Why?" She whispered, with a quick shake of her head. "I don't want this mess
overshadowing you. I think we've been screwed enough by those people, don't you?"
"Amen." Trin sighed, feeling as though he could drown in her scintillating stare. He cleared
his throat and dragged his dark eyes away from her face. "You know um, I'm not too hot about
being on TV."
Dominique chuckled and brought her hand to his cheek. "Only someone so gorgeous would
be squeamish about being on television." She teased, loving the boyish embarrassment she saw
on his face. "Listen, don't worry about it. I'll be right there to coach you. I'll review all my
questions with you and your partners so there won't be any surprises."
Trin pulled her hand away from his face and pressed a kiss to the back of it.
Marshall ended his call and clapped his hands. "Alright now you two, where were we?"
***
Mary Hills was tidying her desk and preparing to leave for the evening.
"Good evening, gentlemen." She greeted, when the C.O.O and C.F.O. of Morton and Farber
approached her desk.
Jarvis Hamrick peered down at Mary through the round spectacles perched on the end of his
long, aristocratic nose. "Ms. Hills, we're here to see Trinidad." He announced in his usual tight
nasal tone of voice.
"A meeting?" Mary remarked. "I wasn't aware-"
"Yes, it was a surprise to us as well." Gordon Samuels interjected. "He just called us."
"My secretary stopped me on my way out the door." Henry Thornton announced as he
arrived in the hall. "What's this about?" He asked, once he stood next to Mary's desk.
Gordon waved his hand down the corridor. "I guess we're about to find out." He said and
headed in the direction of the CEO's office.
Trin was behind the bar pouring himself a cognac, when he heard the knock against the
door. "Come in!" He called, watching the group enter his office with guarded expressions on
their faces. "Thanks Mary. Goodnight." He told his assistant, and headed to his desk while she
closed the door.
Drink in hand, Trin snatched a sheet of paper from the desk and handed it to Jarvis Hamrick.
He enjoyed the strong drink and waited. When he heard Jarvis utter a low, curse a smile came to
his face.
"What the hell is this?" Jarvis whispered, shoving the sheet at Gordon and Henry. "What's
the meaning of this, Trinidad?"
"I have a better question," Trin replied, pinning the man with a bitter glare, "what was the
meaning of that scene in your office over a year ago?"
Jarvis was stumped. "What scene? I don't have time for riddles, young man."
"Then, I'll spell it out for you. What were you trying to accomplish by informing me of my
wife's previous marriage to my cousin?"
The confusion cleared from Jarvis's face and he appeared to be rooted to his spot. Gordon
and Henry stood with shocked expressions. The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the
central heating.
Trin appeared calm, though he was growing more enraged as he remembered. "Why'd you
do it?" Was she too much of a threat, being a reporter? Was I supposed to divorce her? Get her
out of my life?"
"Trin-"
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