Chapter Nine

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JPOV

The minute the elevator doors closed, I stormed back to my office, demanding Angela join me.

I settled behind my computer, motioning for her to close the door.

"Okay, I know you have contacts everywhere, especially inside CC."

My fingers flew across the keyboard while I spoke, rejecting one search after another, trying different combinations and coming up empty each time.

"Find out everything you can about Peter Garrett – and I mean everything. I want to know what his favorite breakfast food is, what brand toothpaste he uses, boxers or briefs, if – "

'Straight or gay?" she interrupted my rambling.


Hmm nothing like getting to the heart of the matter there, Angela.

I'll try to squeeze in a couple more tonight.