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all the unlikely, oversized envelopes from the pile, he put them on the corner of his desk. Still not looking at the mailing labels, he quickly sorted out the metered mail. That left him with thirty or so envelopes to examine. He fingered through their top left corners. Two prep school “buddies” whose names he vaguely recalled, a one-night-only pet, alumni from college
     
    Damn it!
    Almost at the bottom, he had the sinking feeling Katelyn had shredded the check but intended to leave it out there as a constant Fuck you, Griffin Montgomery reminder until he cancelled it or the check otherwise slipped from memory.
    Only there was no chance in hell it would slip from his memory.
    Reaching the last envelope, he closed his eyes for a moment. He didn’t really want to find one with her name and address. If she kept the check, he could lie and tell himself there was a slim chance and he hadn’t totally ruined the possibility of her returning to him.
    Slowly, he opened his eyes. Katelyn Willow greeted him in a tidy, unassuming scroll. Below that, her address. Flipping the envelope over, he broke the seal and pulled the check out.
    VOID in thick black ink shouldered its way across the check. His lips rolled against one another. Terse, no nonsense. He half wished Katelyn had drawn devil horns and a tail on the G of his signature or replaced VOID with ASS HAT and an arrow pointing to his name. Anything other than the emotional abyss of that single stark word would have been better.
    Leaning to the side of his desk, Griffin shredded the check. Picking up his phone, he called Devyn Cole, his head of security.
    “I need to know if she’s working,” he said as soon as Devyn’s voice came over the line.
    There was a pause as Devyn worked through the order. “You mean the girl, Katelyn? Willow, was it?”
    “Yeah.” He snorted, thinking of all the pleasure the last month could have brought if Katelyn had been more like the tree her last name represented.
    Instead, she refused to bend. Not even for one night.
    “Let me guess — you want it, like, five minutes ago,” Devyn joked.
    “More like an hour ago,” Griffin murmured and ended the call.
    He made two more calls that afternoon. The first to his attorney to draft foundation documents for a new charity with a three-year, ten million dollar endowment. The second went to the vice president two stories below him in charge of the company’s real estate assets. He needed a vacant office suite in a nearby building, one within walking distance.
    The calls finished, Griffin leaned back in his chair, folded his hands behind his head, looked up and picked patterns from the marbled ceiling as he planned just how he would convince Katelyn to let him back into her life.
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    Riding the elevator to the third floor of a small office building three blocks from the heart of Chicago’s financial district, Katelyn checked her reflection one last time. She had an interview in ten minutes with a start-up charity. With the interview request coming on short notice and no familiar names, she had dressed conservatively in a black skirt with one inch heels and a white, French cut blouse buttoned up to her collarbone. The clothes were freshly pressed, the shoes freshly shined. She had finished French braiding her dark brown hair in the back of the cab.
    She winced at the thought of the cab fare. Thirty bucks blown, but she had been too keenly aware of how close she would need to pass to Montgomery’s office building if she walked. Better to eat the cost of the cab and arrive at the interview with her nerves intact than a twitching mess with no chance of being hired.
    Katelyn sighed, wondering when she would finally get Montgomery out of her head.
    Each night brought a new dream, some so deliciously good she woke wet and sore from her pussy’s nocturnal flexing. Other mornings found her heartbroken all over again, tears on her pillow.
    “Suck it up, Kate,” she hissed at herself a second