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like somehow the lack of answers was his fault.
    Perhaps
it was. But assigning blame wouldn’t help. It was his job as the man of the
house to fix the impossible. Fate had plunked him into another tension-filled
chess game and forced him to brood over his next move. He made himself breathe
in and out while trying to gather his wits.
    He had
resources. Relentless determination had assisted him in rescuing his family’s
dwindling importing empire and building it into the top-producing corporation
it was today. But those feats were child’s play compared to the miracle he’d
have to pull off to protect Angela and his unborn girls from the evil awakening
dead.
    He sat
for several more heartbeats before starting the engine. Angela didn’t trust the
crystal ball as much as he did. But he’d seen the airplane’s image explode,
warning him. And, if he hadn’t taken action, the plane would have exploded.
Now, he felt strongly that the crystal’s image of that ashy, open-mouthed blob
was yet another warning he dared not take lightly. For his family—and even the
community who had scorned him most of his life—he must be prepared to fight
and, if necessary, suffer the life of the damned.
     
      * * * *
     
    Several
days later, sitting at her desk at Derrick Simons and Associates where she
worked as a research analyst, Angela fought a tension headache. Damon had
promised to find the spy and fire him. Would he do a probing investigation or
just ask everyone if they did it? It made her uneasy that he trusted everyone
and accepted them at face value.
    On top of
the worries already weighing her down, her new division chief, Dudley Knox, was
giving everyone trouble and shooting the tension level in the office off the
charts. With a cocky gait, he strode into her office, digging the heels of his
cowboy boots into the carpet. He stopped in front of her desk and glared at the
bookkeeper, Louise.
    “Louise
and I are going over the figures you had questions about.” Angela felt if
Louise hadn’t been there, he might have been civil. Her muscles tensed as she
waited for the usual cruel barrage to start. No one was safe from his insults.
    The staff
should join together and file a harassment charge against him, but with being
shorthanded, no one had the time to document his offences.
    He glared
up at her with nasty, squinty blue eyes. When she refused to wilt under his
scrutiny, he raked his thick, brown hair with violent fingers and shifted his
glare to Louise. “This is a working place, not a bitch hangout. Lumber back to
your office, fatty, and do some work for a change.”
    The
cruel, raw words were totally undeserved. Angela ached to take him down a peg.
He turned his attention to her without quite meeting her gaze and asked, “And
where the hell are those specifications I requested?”
    She
intensified her glare, hoping he felt her contempt. “On your desk, sir .”
She would quit, but she liked the big bosses and, besides, her sudden absence
would burden her co-workers. She stood and looked down at the little Napoleon.
“Do you need something else, Dudley?”
    He
growled something under his breath and stomped away.
    She tried
to make herself believe the little toad couldn’t be all bad. He’d told her his
story. He’d pulled himself up from a harsh, poverty-stricken childhood with a
cruel and violent alcoholic dad. Dudley had worked hard and made something of
himself rather than becoming a gang-banger like many of his peers. And she’d
seen his human, protective side a few times where he became an entirely
different person. Which was the real one? With two or more people in a room, he
seemed compelled to put on his employee-debasing show. Although she understood
what made him tick, she couldn’t forgive his cruelty. She shook her head. How
could she admire what he’d achieved, yet despise him so much?
    His
success was another lesson in networking, the power of association, and a
determination to work toward one’s