worst came to worst and I was charged, Sarah and anyone else who knew me could be called to testify. For their own safety, I had to keep things to myself.
Luckily, my cell phone started ringing, giving me an excuse not to answer her. I looked at the caller ID. It was Oscar. “Hello?”
“Are you able to come by my office today?”
I glanced over at Sarah, who was waiting not so patiently beside me. “Sure. When do you need me there?”
“As soon as possible. Emma called. She wants to talk to the two of us.”
Before I knew it, I was on my feet. Sarah followed after me, a look of concern on her face.
I ignored her as my sole focus was on Oscar. “Is something wrong? Is Brianna all right?”
“Calm down, Stephan. As far as I know, Brianna’s fine. Still living with Cal Ross. I didn’t get the impression something was awry, more that she wants a discussion. “
I took a deep breath, feeling the tension ease. “I’ll be there within the hour. Will that work?”
“That should be perfect. I’ll call Emma and let her know.”
Pocketing my cell, I walked behind my desk and began closing everything down. I would go see Oscar and then work from home for the rest of the day. There wasn’t anything here that needed my immediate attention.
Once I had powered down my computer and had the papers I was taking with me in my briefcase, I looked up to find Sarah staring at me with a smug look on her face. “What?” I asked, not understanding her expression.
“Well I guess that answers one of my questions, at least.”
“What question is that?”
“Stephan Coleman has finally fallen in love.”
Sarah rode down with me in the elevator to the parking garage. It was secured, which meant it was safe from reporters. They’d be waiting at the entrance, however. I wasn’t sure exactly what they were waiting for considering most days all I did was come to work and then go home. My life wasn’t that exciting, especially since Brianna was not currently a part of it.
“Do you want to get dinner later?”
I opened the door to my car and tossed my briefcase onto the passenger seat. “Thanks, but I think I’ll just throw something together at home. Maybe some other time.”
“Stephan Coleman. Don’t you dare try and give me the brush off. If you want to stay in, I understand, but the last thing you need is to be cooped up in your condo all alone moping.” Sarah adjusted the strap of her purse as she headed back toward the elevator. “I’ll pick up some Chinese on the way. Six good for you?”
I shook my head and smiled. Ever the brat. “Sure. Six is fine.”
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside. “Good. And make sure your doorman knows I’m coming. I’d hate to be mistaken for a reporter.”
Sighing, I climbed behind the wheel of my car and drove to Oscar’s office. I noticed a few cars following me, but that was the norm. It seemed I couldn’t go anywhere anymore without being followed by at least one reporter trying to catch me doing something newsworthy. Last week, Richard and Diane had stopped by my condo to see how I was doing—they’d been amazingly supportive, all things considered—and the next day a picture of them leaving was on the front page of almost every newspaper in the Twin Cities area saying our family was being ripped apart by the scandal. The entire experience gave me a new perspective on what celebrities went through on a regular basis.
I pulled into the parking garage adjacent to Oscar’s building, which, unfortunately, wasn’t private. As soon as I stepped out of the vehicle, cameras started flashing, and one reporter yelled, “Why are you going to see your lawyer today, Mr. Coleman? Are there charges pending against you? Do you have any information on Brianna Reeves’s current whereabouts?”
Because Brianna was living with Ross, where she was staying was not public knowledge. That was good. I had no doubt that if the press knew where she was, they’d be
Luckily, my cell phone started ringing, giving me an excuse not to answer her. I looked at the caller ID. It was Oscar. “Hello?”
“Are you able to come by my office today?”
I glanced over at Sarah, who was waiting not so patiently beside me. “Sure. When do you need me there?”
“As soon as possible. Emma called. She wants to talk to the two of us.”
Before I knew it, I was on my feet. Sarah followed after me, a look of concern on her face.
I ignored her as my sole focus was on Oscar. “Is something wrong? Is Brianna all right?”
“Calm down, Stephan. As far as I know, Brianna’s fine. Still living with Cal Ross. I didn’t get the impression something was awry, more that she wants a discussion. “
I took a deep breath, feeling the tension ease. “I’ll be there within the hour. Will that work?”
“That should be perfect. I’ll call Emma and let her know.”
Pocketing my cell, I walked behind my desk and began closing everything down. I would go see Oscar and then work from home for the rest of the day. There wasn’t anything here that needed my immediate attention.
Once I had powered down my computer and had the papers I was taking with me in my briefcase, I looked up to find Sarah staring at me with a smug look on her face. “What?” I asked, not understanding her expression.
“Well I guess that answers one of my questions, at least.”
“What question is that?”
“Stephan Coleman has finally fallen in love.”
Sarah rode down with me in the elevator to the parking garage. It was secured, which meant it was safe from reporters. They’d be waiting at the entrance, however. I wasn’t sure exactly what they were waiting for considering most days all I did was come to work and then go home. My life wasn’t that exciting, especially since Brianna was not currently a part of it.
“Do you want to get dinner later?”
I opened the door to my car and tossed my briefcase onto the passenger seat. “Thanks, but I think I’ll just throw something together at home. Maybe some other time.”
“Stephan Coleman. Don’t you dare try and give me the brush off. If you want to stay in, I understand, but the last thing you need is to be cooped up in your condo all alone moping.” Sarah adjusted the strap of her purse as she headed back toward the elevator. “I’ll pick up some Chinese on the way. Six good for you?”
I shook my head and smiled. Ever the brat. “Sure. Six is fine.”
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside. “Good. And make sure your doorman knows I’m coming. I’d hate to be mistaken for a reporter.”
Sighing, I climbed behind the wheel of my car and drove to Oscar’s office. I noticed a few cars following me, but that was the norm. It seemed I couldn’t go anywhere anymore without being followed by at least one reporter trying to catch me doing something newsworthy. Last week, Richard and Diane had stopped by my condo to see how I was doing—they’d been amazingly supportive, all things considered—and the next day a picture of them leaving was on the front page of almost every newspaper in the Twin Cities area saying our family was being ripped apart by the scandal. The entire experience gave me a new perspective on what celebrities went through on a regular basis.
I pulled into the parking garage adjacent to Oscar’s building, which, unfortunately, wasn’t private. As soon as I stepped out of the vehicle, cameras started flashing, and one reporter yelled, “Why are you going to see your lawyer today, Mr. Coleman? Are there charges pending against you? Do you have any information on Brianna Reeves’s current whereabouts?”
Because Brianna was living with Ross, where she was staying was not public knowledge. That was good. I had no doubt that if the press knew where she was, they’d be
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