“Who released the documents?” Aden asked.
“Honestly? I think it’s Tiffanie’s oldest,” Sam said.
“The step-whore,” Blane snarled.
Ignoring Blane, Sam continued, “The Rocky Mountain News emailed me the fax. It’s a copy of what we had agreed to four years ago. They were alert enough to notice the dates. 2004.”
“Oh God, Jacob. I’m so sorry,” Jill said.
“Would you mind driving me today?” Jacob asked.
“Not at all,” Jill said.
“Great. I’m going to rest for an hour or so.” He looked from Aden to Blane. “I’ll hit as many sites as I can today. But we’re going to have to go public tonight. Are we ready?”
Aden’s face went ashen. Going public meant telling the world that scumbag, loser, dropout Aden Norsen was going to run Lipson Construction.
“We’re ready, Jake,” Blane said. “Or we will be. I’ll set up a press conference tonight. Say six o’clock?”
“She did this to destroy me,” Aden said. “Nuala’s still in jail. Social Services is coming at ten. I…”
“As always, she destroyed herself. She’s on probation for stealing a set of documents that includes this one. We’ve been waiting for this one to show up,” Jacob said. “This is bad for her.”
Aden nodded but didn’t look convinced. The phone rang. To avoid thinking, Aden answered the phone.
Jill lifted Katy from Jacob’s lap. They were almost out the door when Aden said, “Jake?”
“Did you close the school today?” Aden asked. “An email went out last night that the school is closed today in memoriam for you. It’s on the website too.”
“She really is an idiot,” Blane laughed. He went around to sit at a computer. His fingers flew across the keyboard.
“What?” Aden asked.
“Hacking a website is a federal offense,” Blane said.
“Well, the parents are freaked out. The staff is freaked out…”
“How long will it take you to fix the website, Blane?”
“Three minutes,” Blane said. “I’ll send an email that the site was hacked and the ‘in memoriam’ was a prank.”
“I’ll go to the school,” Sam said.
“She gets satisfaction in creating misery,” Jacob said. “This is stupid bullshit drama. There’s no reason for us to freak out about any of this.”
Aden blew out a breath then nodded. Jacob was right.
“I’ll get to the office,” Aden said. “We have sites that need our attention.”
“Ok. Website fixed. And…” Blane pressed a few more keys. “Resecured. Email is out. I’ll go with Sam.”
“I’ll talk with Valerie,” Jacob said. “Isn’t Mike being babysat by those military people?”
“Yep,” Jill said. “Alex and her friends.”
“We’ll need them today,” Jacob said.
Every head in the room turned to look at him.
“Why?” Sam asked.
“Because this stuff is designed to get and keep us running around. Someone at the school, someone at the sites, someone at the office. That leaves the house unmonitored.”
“But they are in Thailand,” Blane said.
“We’re having a big party on Friday. There are going to be lots of people in and out of here setting up, getting ready for Oprah, and every other thing. Anyone could do anything. You heard what they did to Jill’s place.”
“I’ll take care of that first,” Aden said.
“Thanks. Let’s hope I’m wrong,” Jacob said. “I’m going to rest for one hour. Then, we start.”
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
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