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job.”
    “You’re not seriously going without me.”
    “Yes, Brandon, I am.”

    A ND SHE DID . Vicky hailed a cab, gave the cabby KEM’s address, and headed off to Knight Enterprises without breaking a sweat.
    Well, all right. Maybe her hands shook. And maybe her heart beat as fast as a hyperactive poodle’s. And maybe she had to resist the urge to close her eyes and groan.
    Had she really told Brandon to fire Scott?
    She had. But to be honest, she was tired of it all. Scott was such a tyrant. And Brandon appeared to be no better. And now she was forced to do Scott’s dirty work. Rumor had it Mr. Knight had asked his lawyers to join him at this meeting with Brandon, probably because they, too, could see the handwriting on the wall. Brandon needed to be brought under control, and with Vicky’s boss being as slimy as he was, she wouldn’t doubt that Scott had known about the meeting before giving her Brandon as a client. More than likely Scott hadn’t wanted to deal with the matter and so he’d sent her in to take the rap.
    “You trying to get a job with Knight Enterprises?” the cabdriver asked.
    “Actually, no,” she said, glancing out at the landscape.
    “You a reporter or something?”
    Who was this guy? The FBI? “Actually, no,” she said, hoping that he’d get the message that she didn’t want to talk. She should probably take another look at Brandon’s contract with KEM. She’d pretty much memorized its various clauses on the way down to Charlotte, but it never hurt to take a second look.
    “Not much of a KEM fan, myself,” the cabdriver said. George was his name, at least according to the Operator’s Permit that hung on the dashboard.
    The snaps of Vicky’s brand-new briefcase flicked open too fast and caught her thumb. She gasped in pain, instantly sucking it into her mouth.
    Ow, ow, ow.
    “I think Todd Peters is a jerk,” George continued. “And that new guy they hired, Brandon Burke, he’s even worse.”
    “I know,” Vicky murmured. Boy, did she ever know. She pulled out a legal-sized document, one that was at least twenty pages long.
    “Don’t know what Mr. Knight was thinking hiring that jerk. I heard he mouthed off to some of the drivers last season.”
    “Yeah?” she said, her eyes skimming the first page. Terms, indemnity and termination. Those were the clauses on the first page.
    “Yeah,” the man said. “Apparently he called—”
    Vicky’s seat belt slammed into her shoulder.
    “What the hell?” her driver yelled, braking as if a herd of elephants blocked him. “What does that jerk think he’s doing?”
    Vicky looked up, just in time to see a foreign-looking car swerve in front of the cab to the shoulder of the road. The cabdriver did the same out of self-defense. Both vehicles ended up sliding onto the gravel easement.
    “Was he trying to avoid hitting something?” Vicky asked, turning to peer behind them.
    “No—”
    Vicky heard the man gasp.
    “I don’t believe it,” George said.
    “I know,” Vicky said, facing forward again. “The way people drive always amazes me, too. But this is nothing. You should see New York.”
    George didn’t reply. Vicky wondered if he was having heart problems or something—shock could do that to a person. She glanced out the front window, and the reason for George’s speechlessness became immediately apparent.
    Brandon Burke walked toward the cab.
    “Oh, crap,” she muttered. “What the heck does he want?”
    “You know him?” George asked.
    “Unfortunately, yes,” she said, watching as Brandon crossed to her side of the car.
    He opened the door. “I need to talk to you,” Brandon said.
    “So you ran my cab off the side of the road?”
    “I wanted to talk to you right away.”
    “And you couldn’t call my cell phone?”
    “I don’t have it.”
    Oh. That’s right.
    “You could have waited until we arrived at KEM.”
    His shoulders slumped. It was strange, because Vicky could see the fight just drain right