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neutralize her. How could a girl sleep with the brother of a boy who supposedly raped her? No way. No one will buy it. Just make this go away, Tristan. I mean it. This is paramount and your number one assignment right now. Don’t let your brother’s careless, partying ways be the end of us.”
    Tristan’s hands grew moist with sweat. It sounded odd. He had never been instructed to do such a thing. He didn’t know what to think. He kept his face impassive and leaned back in his chair as if at ease with Ellis’s instruction. “You’re sure about this?”
    “Well, what’s the alternative? Your brother is a rapist? Is that what you want to explore? Really, Tristan? You want that in our family’s legacy? Rape?”
    “No. Of course not. Just maybe it was a…a misunderstanding.”
    Ellis stood up. Discussion ended. “Fix it, Tristan. If we don’t, more will crawl out of the woodwork, suddenly remembering it happened to them too. They are like rats jumping on a life raft of a sinking ship. Trust me on this. This comes out and more will find us. But first, I suppose we’ll have to meet with your brother and hear what he has to say.”
    He exited the office.
    Tristan fell back against his chair as if he’d been shot through the heart and the hit had forced him backwards. He seethed. At his grandfather. The Tamasy name. But mostly at his brother. Always in trouble. Always a problem with careless parties, sex, drugs, and pranks. There was a slew of past sins buried by Tristan, JR, and Ellis in Tommy’s history. Tristan was tired of it. But rapist? No, he wasn’t some hulking figure wearing a mask who broke into innocent women’s houses and violently raped them. He was just a stupid college kid, big man on campus with an almost limitless supply of the hottest coeds after him. It was heady stuff. It inflated a guy’s ego to almost dangerous proportions. It made sex a game. It almost got boring. Night after night, sex right there, anytime with anyone, and all of them so beautiful.
    It got confusing. It was so rare one of the girls didn’t want to, that it could be a little surprising. Tristan should know. Six years ago, he was that guy.
    His intercom beeped. “Tommy and JR are here.”
    He answered the deep voice of his secretary, Reese. Reese was a huge man in his forties who helped keep things formal and professional. He was Tristan’s right hand work-wise and Tristan more than appreciated the other man’s skills and work ethic, something often lacking in the Tamasy family genes, expect of course, for his grandfather and him. “Tell them conference room C.”
    Which he knew was one of Ellis’s ploys. Instead of meeting casually as father and sons in Tristan’s office, they were meeting on neutral ground with Grandfather in control. It was a power play, and his grandfather was like an expert chess player, only his board was this company and his pieces were all his employees, family, and potential clients.
    Tristan adjusted his tie and put his suit jacket on. He was polished and creased, just as Ellis taught him. Look the man, the boss, the enigma, and people will treat you as such.
    Tristan’s looks, like that of his father and brother, helped with that. They were all big men, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was considered the beauty of his family. It was embarrassing sometimes the way his mother gushed over his looks when he was young. Later on, girls did it too.
    Tommy was sprawled in one of the mauve chairs that surrounded the long, oval, conference room table. “Hey, Tristan.” He nodded as he tapped his fingers to the edge of the wood.
    “Tommy. Dad. Why don’t we get started,” Tristan said, taking control as Ellis nodded from the head of the table with approval, his eyes bright. Tristan felt the confidence Ellis’s approval always inspired start to bubble in him.
    He straightened his back as he sat across from Tommy. “What’s the deal?”
    JR cleared his throat. It irritated Tristan how much his