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From what I hear you were doing very well.”
    She glanced away, no longer able to meet his eyes. “I didn’t think I’d be able to pull it off. Not yet anyway. The odds aren’t exactly in my favor.”
    He seemed honestly confused, “Odds?”
    “How many lower middle class women do you see going on to run Fortune 500 companies? Especially if they’re black?” Not for the first time, the sound of her father’s censure echoed in her ears. She’d grown up in a single parent household, and after her mother had run off her dad hadn’t been all that inclined to give women the benefit of the doubt. She’d wanted something for herself. Something great, and she’d known in her heart that she could pull it off. But it was hard to step out of the box people built for you when the only one supporting you wrote you off as a failure.
    “Not many.” He said, finally answering her question. She felt both vindicated and hurt by his agreement. But he finished with, “But things can change.”
    “I’m not sleeping with you just to jumpstart my career.”
    He winced, “I’m not asking you to. I need a protégé, and who better to start with than you? If things don’t work out you can still go and teach English. No harm no foul. My offer stands whether you agree to share my bed or not.”
    “That’s not how you made it sound.”
    Justin shrugged, looking sheepish. “Sorry. Things were supposed to head in that direction but I couldn’t pull it off. I haven’t gotten the hang of this whole coercion thing just yet.”
    She laughed in disbelief.
    It was hard not to give his offer serious consideration. If he would mentor her no matter her decision to sleep with him, then that meant that she could decide whether to go through with it based entirely on whether she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
    And the answer to that was simple.
    She took a deep, shaky breath, but when she spoke her voice was without doubt or hesitation.
    “Ok.”
    “Ok?” he blinked, “To which part?”
    She looked into his eyes and stood, her fingers reaching up to unbutton the front of her blouse.
    “To all of it.”
     
     

Chapter 3: Tuesday
     
     
    Stanly Williams hated anomalies.
    Anomalies were messy, they caught a person’s eye, and they made people question things that they shouldn’t. The paperwork he’d been doctoring for the past two years was an anomaly, but a necessary one. He needed some way to keep track of his real movements, a way to monitor just where everything stood so that he could make the proper countermoves. He’d been laundering money from the company for as long as he could remember, but it had only been during the past two years that he’d started taking large sums. The reason had been simple enough. He wanted to retire, and the longer he stayed in the game the more likely it was that someone would find out what he’d been up to.
    Admittedly he could have been saving all the money he’d been stealing, but he’d been distracted by other things. In addition to the cars and homes he could lay claim to, he also had a gambling addiction to feed. It had been his last bet at the races that had forced him to make his first mistake. He’d had to find a way to get the loan sharks off of his back, and he’d been a little…greedy with his latest dip into the company finances. The paperwork hadn’t added up, and then the accountants had done some digging and discovered that Justin Reese was much deeper in the red than they’d believed.
    Of course they’d contacted Stan first. As Justin’s personal assistant it was Stan’s job to look into that sort of thing. Plus the man in question hadn’t wanted to lose his job after such a glaring oversight. So Stan had made some promises. A sort of ‘ I won’t tell if you won’t’ . That’s when Stan had gotten the idea about the bad Rinolli stocks. He’d known it was a risky investment, a failure, but just as he’d done up the paperwork to hide his own activities over