Fifth Ave 01 - Fifth Avenue (24 page)

“What’s that?”

“I don’t think we should discuss it over the phone.”

“Why not?”

“It’s about your sister.”

A part of her recoiled.
 
“Whatever Leana has done now--”

“She was beaten, Celina.”

“Beaten?”

“Eric did it the night of the party--probably not long after you left the room.
 
If I had known that earlier this morning, he would be in the hospital now, instead of just looking for a job.”

Things were moving too quickly.
 
Her mind tried to grasp what her father was saying. “You fired him?”

“Of course, I fired him,” George said.
 
“And that’s just the beginning.
 
Now, look.
 
I don’t want to discuss this over the phone.
 
Can you come out to the house, or not?”

*
 
*
 
*

They were in George’s study.
 
After thirty minutes of long silences and raised voices, the room had gone quiet.
 
Celina looked from her father to her mother and then back at George.
 
He was seated at his desk, his face flushed.
 
Few times in her life had she seen him so upset.

George broke the silence.
 
“If we press charges against the son of a bitch, if we bring him to court, our name and Leana’s will be dragged through every rag on the newspaper stand.
 
And for what?
 
So Eric can walk free because no one witnessed the beating?”

Elizabeth frowned down at him.
 
She had just returned from a charity luncheon when George led her into his study, saying they needed to talk.

“What about our daughter?” she said.
 
“Isn’t she witness enough?”

“It’ll be his word against Leana’s.”

“So?
 
Leana will win.
 
Diana Crane will see to that.
 
She’ll put that man behind bars.”

George thought back to earlier that morning, when Diana answered Eric’s phone.
 
He was almost certain they had been in bed together when he called.
 
And if that was the case, if Diana was sleeping with Eric, she would hardly try her best to defend Leana against him in court.

He looked at Elizabeth and said guardedly, “I don’t think that would be possible.”

“Why not?”

“I have my reasons.”

“What reasons?”

“Reasons you don’t have to concern yourself with.”

He saw the confusion on Celina’s face and glared at his wife.
 
He would tell her later--away from Celina.
 
“What matters is this,” he said.
 
“Leana would lose no matter who represented her in court.
 
Eric Parker has lived a model life.
 
Our daughter’s bout with cocaine was once the center of a media circus.
 
The defense would make it a point to remind the court of that, and her word would become worthless.”

“I saw them in that room together,” Celina said.
 
“In front of Eric, I accused Leana of setting us up.
 
That’s got to be worth something, Dad.
 
It’s a motive, for God’s sake.”

“What you two seem to be forgetting is this--Leana’s not talking.
 
I’m convinced she never wanted anyone to know about this.”

“But why?” Elizabeth said.
 
“Why couldn’t she have come to us?”

“Because she’s angry,” Celina said.
 
“She’s angry with us, angry at life.
 
Leana always has been.”

“I don’t understand why.
 
We’ve given that girl everything.”

“Except love,” George said.

Elizabeth, a woman who was revered for her poise and grace, turned to George without a shred of it.
 
“Are you saying I don’t love my daughter?”

“You love Leana as much as I do.
 
What I’m saying is that we paid very little attention to her while she was growing up and Leana’s angry because of it.”
 
He looked at the picture of Leana that was on his desk and noticed for the first time that it was neatly tucked behind his pictures of Celina and Elizabeth.
 
He wondered if that’s how Leana saw herself--being neatly tucked away in a silver frame--and decided it probably was.

He looked at his wife and daughter.
 
“Leana didn’t come to us because she doesn’t love us.
 
I think there are two reasons.
 
She doesn’t trust us.
 
And I think Eric threatened her.”

“Threatened her?”

George nodded at Celina.
 
“I’m fairly certain of it.”

Elizabeth watched her husband.
 
It was obvious he already had made decisions concerning Eric Parker and his future.
 
She knew his temper and right now, it frightened her.
 
Once, many years ago, losing control of it had nearly sent him to prison.

“George,” she said firmly.
 
“I want to know what you’re going to do.”

George met her gaze with his own.
 
“Something I should have done this morning,” he said, and reached for the phone.

*
 
*
 
*

Celina wasted no time in leaving.
 
She didn’t want to know who her father called or how it might affect Eric Parker.

After kissing her mother goodbye, she left the house.
 
Her father caught her as she was stepping into her car.
 
“Where are you going?” he called from the porch.

Celina felt a flash of disappointment.
 
Who had he spoken to so quickly?
 
“I have a few errands I need to run and then I’m going home,” she said.

“Jack Douglas will be here in another half hour,” George said.
 
“Why don’t you come back for the meeting?
 
You might find it interesting.”

In all the confusion, Celina had forgotten about Jack Douglas and his meeting with her father.
 
Although the last thing she wanted to do now was attend a meeting that might take hours, a part of her wanted to see Jack again.

“Why would I find it interesting?” she asked.

“Because I’m going to offer him Eric’s job.”

“I’ll be there,” she said.

*
 
*
 
*

Traffic in town was heavier than she anticipated and she was forty minutes late for the meeting.

After parking her car behind an old Buick she supposed belonged to Jack Douglas, she hurried into the house and went to her father’s office.

Jack Douglas was there, his back to a sunlit window, reading a file on WestTex Incorporated, the large shipping corporation based in Corpus Christi, Texas.
 
In that brief moment before he realized she was there, Celina saw on his face a look of relaxed concentration.

To her surprise, he wasn’t wearing a suit, but tan pants and a white Polo shirt.
 
On his face was a day’s growth of beard.
 
She sensed in him a man who was comfortable with himself, unaware of his good looks and somebody who refused to put on airs.

She thought back to the night of the party.
 
Although he arrived soaking wet, there had been an unmistakable, refreshing poise about him, a directress and sense of humor she admired.
 
She remembered liking him very much.

She glanced around the room, noted that her father wasn’t there and cleared her throat.
 
She smiled when Jack looked up.
 
“How are you?” she asked.

Jack closed the folder and placed it on the table beside him.
 
He was silent for a moment, thoughtful.
 
Then he looked at her with a grin.
 
“Drier than when we first met?”

Celina laughed and stepped into the room.
 
As she crossed to her father’s desk, she became aware of herself.
 
She wondered how she looked.
 
She wondered why she cared.
 
“I owe you an apology,” she said, sitting in her father’s leather wingback.
 
“I meant to return for that dance, but something came up and I had to leave unexpectedly.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jack said.
 
“I left not long after you, anyway.”

“You saw me leave?”

Jack nodded.
 
“I would have gone after you, but you seemed pretty upset.
 
Is everything all right?”

If he had seen her in that state, she could hardly lie.
 
“It wasn’t, but I’m fine now. Thank you for asking.”

At that moment, George entered the room.
 
Celina looked at him and felt relieved.
 
She didn’t want to discuss that evening with anyone.

“You’re here,” George said to Celina.
 
“Good.
 
Then we can get started.”
 
He looked at Jack.
 
“Have you told her the good news?”

“We didn’t get around to it.”

“Then we should now.
 
Jack accepted my offer, Celina.
 
He’ll be taking Eric’s place as our chief financial officer.”

A wave of feelings assailed her.
 
She felt a sense of loss--not the happiness she had been anticipating.
 
Eric was gone.
 
He really was gone.
 
It was as if those years with him now meant nothing.
 
But there was another feeling and she couldn’t deny that it was a sense of relief.

She managed a smile--and knew by the change in Jack’s expression that he could sense it wasn’t genuine.
 
She felt uncomfortable.
 
She wondered why she came.
 
She wondered why she still had feelings for Eric.
 
She should hate him for what he did to her and to Leana.
 
So, why did she miss him?

“That’s great,” she said to Jack.
 
“Congratulations.”

Jack said nothing.
 
He looked away from her and faced George, who was opening a file on WestTex.
 
Celina sensed this meeting was going to pass slowly, but business was business, so she sucked it up.

They discussed the takeover of WestTex, which shipped anything from oil out of the Persian Gulf to coffee beans out of Colombia.
 
Eighty-six percent of their business was strictly international and it was not uncommon for most of WestTex’s fleet to be in international waters at the same time.

As Jack thumbed through the file, he learned that while business at WestTex was good, it was being affected by the instability in the Middle East.
 
He also learned that George Redman was about to pay $10 billion for a company that, according to these figures, was worth half that.