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    “She’s hot,” Mr. Wallace commented with a wink. Dante tried not to throw up in his mouth. Private investigators were always a little sleazy, but he had to do this to be sure he could trust Cynthia with his secrets. He could not afford to take any chances with his business, even if she was his stepsister. 
     
    “Well, that should make the job even easier for you then. When can you start?”
     
    “Well, five hundred up front and you’ve got me starting now and for the next two weeks.” The guy started picking his teeth, and he looked like a heavy smoker.
     
    Dante slapped the money down on the table. “It’s a deal. If you could report back to me weekly with what you find, I’d appreciate it. Give me a call if you need me to send a cab for you or anything.” Dante shook his hand and was sure he’d regret that offer as the guy walked out like he had some kind of swagger. Really he just looked like he needed a cane and a belt for his sagging jeans. He could hear the guy trying to flirt with some of the staff on the way out.
     
    He waited until he heard the swoosh of the elevator going down before picking up his phone. It was time to call Cynthia to come in and discuss the job. He didn't feel he needed to wait for any more information. He had made up his mind in the interview and was just going through the motions. She was going to be his personal assistant. The investigator was just a formality he had decided on before he even met her and was now already regretting. Still, it never hurt to be too safe.
     
    The phone rang about five times, and he was worried he wouldn’t be able to reach her. He was really eager to get the ball rolling because he had some important plans with Devil’s Pirates MC later that night and might be busy with them for the rest of the week. But she finally answered just before he was ready to hang up.
     
    “Hello,” her voice came through the receiver. He heard the sound of running water in the background, and she sounded out of breath. He’d probably got her in the shower. No wonder it took her so long to pick up the phone.
     
    “Hello, Cynthia?” He knew it was her. He wasn't about to forget that voice.
     
    “Yes? Dante?”
     
    He couldn’t help but feel good that she recognized his as well. “Yes.”
     
    “Sorry, I just recognized your voice. I shouldn’t be so informal. I should probably call you Mr. Cross, right?”
     
    “No, it’s okay, Dante is fine. I’m just calling to ask if you had some time to come up to the office later today. I would like to discuss some things with you if you don’t mind.”
     
    There was a silent pause on the line, but her breathing told him she was still there. “Yeah, I could probably be there within an hour if that’s okay. Do I need to bring anything with me?”
     
    “Nope, just your smiling face.” He wanted to hit himself after he said it. He needed to sound more like a boss and less like a smitten teenager. She was his fucking stepsister, as well as his employee. She couldn't be more hands off if she was on fire.
     
    “Umm, okay. I will be there soon.”
     
    “See you then, Cynthia. Looking forward to it. Goodbye.” He hung up before he said anything else stupid and chased her away. He really needed her help. The business had really taken off in the last year as they expanded their catalog of engines. It was just too much for him and his team to keep up with at times.
     
    * * *
     
    “Please, have a seat.” Dante motioned to the seat across from him, and Cynthia sat down. She looked more curious this time than nervous, but he felt a little more comfortable as well. He had opted for some nice black jeans and a button down; no suit jacket. It was just too much for him. “I’m glad you came. How have you been?” In his head he added ‘since I saw you yesterday,’ realizing how dumb he sounded.
     
    “I’m alright. I’ve just been continuing my search for a job and all. Not that I don’t