“Thank you,” Amber said, giving him a small smile. “My name is Amber Bell, and I represent Brantwood Holdings. Estes?” Amber said. “It’s a Swiss bank.”
“I see,” Amber said. It was parted to the side, with long bangs tucked behind her ear. “Yes, but my deal still holds.”
Amber gave him a doubtful look. “I trust that’s taken care of?”
The officer was too busy staring at the mess lying mere feet away from him with a pool of blood slowly inching its way toward him to answer her. “These are some of the slowest elevators I’ve ever been on,” the guard finally said. Once she’d slipped on the clean top, she did the same with the pants, sliding khakis stained with droplets of blood over generous hips and a shapely ass, discarding them in favor of the freshly laundered pants. “For now, but Gerrard’s grandson has inherited his estate and has a different set of principles that guide his actions.
