“You sure?”
“The way I see it, this can only do me good.
Get out of town, away from the whole political machine before Prince Roger can
drag me in.”
“Does that mean you’re planning on running
for trustee?” Eden perked up. “Finally?”
“I’m considering it. The best way to keep my
nose clean is make it hard for him to set me up for some public humiliation,
like he used to do when we were kids.” Conrad shrugged. “Then there’s the whole
mess with Becca.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Total silence. I’m hoping it’s just Internet
stupidity, emails getting lost in the ether, and Simone isn’t up to the mental
games she was playing in middle school before she went mental. She’s gotten
hacked at me for no reason, just out of the blue confronts me and yells at me
for not calling or stopping by when I said I would. I never said I would. Ever.
I avoid her.”
“Yeah, that’s a good reason to get out of
town,” she murmured.
“And Rufus doesn’t need me breathing down his
neck while he’s trying to figure out what’s wrong with the company computers,
and on which end.”
“He’s the best.”
“You ought to know, you trained him.”
“I can’t take all the credit.” Eden shook her
head. “The guy’s a genius, he just needs a few road signs. Sometimes you have
to whack him over the head with the road signs, because like a lot of geniuses,
he can be oblivious when it comes to common sense, but … yeah, he’s got a great
future ahead of him. Just as long as the CIA doesn’t drag him away into some
clandestine operation.”
“Yeah, he’s a good kid. Glad he’s family. He
and Devona are good for Grandma. I’m glad their mom came into her life when she
did, needing a family. They sure needed her, when my long-lost uncles cut them
off.”
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