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For a few moments Sophia stared at the blank screen. She couldn’t believe Danni flew all the way to China to seduce her husband. Of course, that wasn’t the reason she listed on her travel request. It had something to do with negotiation assistance.

“Sophie, did I hear that husband of yours in here?” Carlos asked as he walked into Sophia’s kitchen.

“No, Pop. Remember, he’s in China. I was just talking to him on the computer.”

“China? He’s in China? Why would he be there? He should be here with you. He could help me make some more frames. I think we can get a few more sketches stretched today.”

“That sounds great. I want to be back to California by Friday.”

“You and that man of yours need to move back here. New Jersey is where you belong.”

“Yes, Pop.”

She decided not to remind him that here was Provincetown not Princeton. It wouldn’t matter in another ten minutes anyway. She and her mom told him a hundred times about Derek’s trip to China.

Sophia smiled as she thought about her father’s agenda for stretching sketches. Why could he remember some things and not others?

If she hadn’t spent the past week with him, she wouldn’t have believed how far he had deteriorated. Sophia wanted to talk to her mom about hired help. She worried her mom was doing too much. Sometimes you just need help.

Anger is not the opposite of love, for the opposite of love is indifference. To be angry is to care tremendously.  

—Doris Moreland Jones

Chapter 50

January 2011...

Tony woke with a start; his wife, for just over a month, rolled from his shoulder to her side. In the silence he heard Claire’s soft rhythmic breathing. She was sleeping peacefully – a far cry from earlier. Closing his eyes he remembered their night, their words, and her tears. When they went to bed everything was fine. Then out of nowhere she said told him she was bored and wanted to join him on business trips. Normally he’d like that, but lately nothing was normal; he had too many fires to count. Fires Claire never would or could understand.

Truthfully, he’d been holding so much in lately, so many issues: Rawlings Industries, Sophia Rossi – no Burke, and John Vandersol.

Lifting his head to his elbow, he watched her. Tony couldn’t fathom how someone so seemingly compliant could so easily incite his emotions. He could keep his cool in the middle of chaos; yet, a few simple words from her and his reactions were uncontrollable. No, Tony thought, not uncontrollable. He’d gone there once – he wouldn’t go there again.

Then why did she need to remind him? Her insolent question... when he told her she had invitations, but he had chosen not to share them, explaining he wanted her safe from more accidents... she had the audacity to ask ... from whom? Tony’s body trembled with pent-up anger – from whom? He knew what she was implying. Of course, she said, from whom were the invitations... but Tony knew what she meant – from whom would an accidents occur. It wasn’t like he didn’t think about that every damn day! He’d never regretted his actions more, but you can’t turn back time.

There was something about Claire, something about her veiled assertiveness, something which provoked Tony like no one else. She could bring out the best in him. No question, as he watched her petite body curl into a ball and snuggle into the soft pillow, he wanted to please her. Not just please, love – indulge – spoil and pamper her, beyond her greatest dreams. However, she could also elicit the worst in him. Tonight was no exception.

Damn, if he didn’t want to wake her and tell her he was sorry – explain she was experiencing his frustration with so many other things. He thought about her words, Thank you, I’d really like to see Courtney and Sue. She had the uncanny ability to say the right thing. Nevertheless, he questioned her sincerity... could she be playing him? Had he fallen victim to her persuasion? Is that why he offered Phoenix?

Tony slid out of bed, stood silently, and watched as Claire remained sleeping. He wouldn’t be as cautious upstairs, but he wanted to leave the room. Ironically, it was her desire to leave which escalated tonight’s emotion. Nonetheless, if she were awake, he couldn’t leave her in his suite – alone. Her rhythmic breathing continued. Tony eased himself into a pair of nylon shorts and a t-shirt and quietly entered the corridor.

His bare feet padded the marble hall into the foyer, past the grand stairs, and toward his office. The path was dark, yet he knew every step. Quietly, he eased himself into the confines of his grand office, pushed the switch, and illuminated the room.

Bored! She said she was bored. Tony tried to push Claire from his thoughts. He hit the mouse and watched his desktop come to life. Searching his private inbox, he found the email he’d been anticipating:

To: Anthony Rawlings

From: Cameron Andrews

Date: January 26, 2011

Re: Ms. Burke

Although Ms. Burke is now living in Boston in her husband’s apartment, I’ve just confirmed they made an offer on a small cottage in Provincetown, Mass. I’ll notify you immediately if their offer is accepted.

Derek Burkes’ employment record is straight forward. I’ve attached his dossier. I will continue to monitor. Please inform me if you would like my activities to change in any way. CA

Tony fired of a response:

To: Cameron Andrews

From: Anthony Rawlings

Date: January 27, 2011

Re: Ms. Rossi-Burke

Let me know the value of the cottage and their offer.

He hit send.

Tony rubbed his temples and silently berated himself. He’d looked away for a couple of weeks. A couple of weeks to marry and honeymoon and everything changed – Sophia married! She wasn’t even seeing anyone when he went to her art show in New England, the beginning of December, just two weeks before his own wedding.

Closing his eyes, he remembered seeing her across the room. She was stunning, wearing a long red gown with sparkling, dangling earrings which hung to her shoulders. It wasn’t a style he’d like on Claire, but they looked beautiful on Sophia. Her people skills were constantly improving; her gray eyes looked confident and steadfast.

Then a month later, she not only married; she married Derek Burke.

Derek Burke wasn’t a large blip on Tony’s radar screen, but Tony knew of him. When Sherman Nichols, aka Cole Mathews, worked to bring Nathaniel Rawls and all of Rawls Corporation down, he was assisted by Jonathon Burke, a securities officer. Their testimony, along with Anton’s father’s, hammered the final nails in Nathaniel’s coffin, literally, as far as Tony was concerned.

Nathaniel’s quest was to return the favor – to bring down these men and their families. Sherman had one son, Jordon, who had two daughters, Emily and Claire. Jonathon had one daughter, Allison. Though married, she had no children. Well, at first they thought she had a daughter, Cindy. It later turned out Cindy wasn’t her biological child, but rather the child of her husband’s sister. All very complicated – the first miscue on their road to fulfilling Nathaniel’s quest; after Allison and her husband tragically perished in a hiking accident, Cindy was left alone. Marie reached out, posing as one of Allison’s old friends. Since that time, Cindy has worked on the estate. All of her needs were met: college tuition, (she was currently taking online courses) clothes, and housing. She has also accumulated a nice nest egg. Never would Cindy suspect her saviors were anything but.

The direct line of Jonathon Burke was gone.

Nevertheless, the reason Derek Burke was on Tony’s radar was in reality Cindy was his cousin; Derek’s grandfather was Jonathon’s brother. In the past month, Tony had spent a great deal of time learning more about Derek Burke. A few of Tony’s recent trips weren’t business at all. He couldn’t very well take Claire to watch the new Mr. and Mrs. Burke in person.