the machine, letting it do its magic and headed into the living room. I curled up into the chair, my eyes zeroing in on Anna's unmoving body.
"Where have you been? Your deadline was three days ago and I've been stalling for you."
Closing my eyes, I had a quick mental vision of myself telling Aidan about my adventures with murderous vampires and immortality. I chose the safer route. "I'm sorry, Aidan. I've been in the process of moving. I promise I'll have everything to you in the next hour."
There was silence on the line. "You were moving? Where are you this time?"
Snickering, I heard the coffee maker beep. Making my way back into the kitchen, I started opening cabinets until I found the mugs. "New York. Chelsea to be exact."
"You’re back in New York?!? We gotta meet for lunch. Or maybe dinner." Aidan sounded excited. I could almost hear the pistons of his mind firing up, making plans that would never come to fruition.
We'd attempted to date after I signed with Stimson & Schroeder. Aidan Peters was an attractive man with wavy, shoulder-length caramel hair and heavy, black rimmed glasses. I'd limited our contact to phone calls after a string of three horrible dates. When I moved to Bali, the 20 hour distance helped alleviate some of the awkwardness that came after a strained break-up. Now I was simply a cab ride away from him and his interest would more than likely have a renewed resurgence.
"I'm not sure, Aidan. I need to get settled and I'll have to check with my boyfriend to see what his schedule looks like. I'm sure he'd like to meet you."
More silence greeted me. His tone turned suspicious. " Boyfriend? I thought you didn't date. At least that was the story you gave me when you said you didn’t want to see me anymore."
"A lot has happened since we last talked. I preferred not to date until I met Stefan," I replied, pouring coffee into a mug and sipping it.
"Hmm. What makes this guy so special?"
What didn’t make Stefan special? His devotion, his love, his total disregard for his own safety to think only of mine were only a few of the things that set him apart. Aidan would never understand. I needed to keep it simple and not complicate an already tense situation. "Aidan, it's very serious."
"I should say I'm happy, but I'd be lying," he muttered sadly. "Send me the files and talk to your boyfriend. We'll all do lunch soon."
Rolling my eyes to the ceiling, I sat back down in the chair. "Will do. Bye, Aidan."
He barely mumbled a goodbye in his haste to get off the phone with me. Tossing my phone on the ottoman, I went into Stefan's office to grab my laptop that had been charging. When I went to reach for my computer, I bumped his, bringing it out of hibernation. He'd left his e-mail account open and it began automatically downloading. One message stood out by the subject line: Your immediate testimony is required regarding recent activity. My eyes traveled over to glance at the sender: noreply@pb&c.com .
Temptation urged me to open the e-mail. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, trying to work up the nerve to press the button to open it.
No . It wasn’t my e-mail to open.
Biting my lip, I quickly closed the lid of the laptop before I changed my mind. I'd be furious if he went through my computer. Still mulling over the mysterious message, I snatched up my own computer and headed back into the living room. Sitting down at the counter, I powered it on and reached for my coffee cup. What did the message ‘your immediate testimony was required’ mean? Who and exactly what was PB&C?
Shooting a hurried glance down the hallway, I opened up my browser and typed in PB&C in the search bar, hitting enter. One result appeared. Clicking on it, a plain black screen greeted me, asking for my credentials and not just one, but different four sets of pass codes.
Nothing about the site gave me any clue what it was or