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“I’m trying to tell myself this person lacks the confidence to express their displeasure to my face in a session so sending me an anonymous letter is harmless.”
“You’ve got yourself some big balls for a woman,” Miles said. “I always thought mine were big. Literally, but you might top me.”
She laughed. “See. I made you smile.”
“Seriously,” Miles said. “You’re not worried over this?”
“No,” she lied, turning her head when the door opened and Betsy walked in. “Things like this happen all the time in my profession. It’s not a big deal.”
“What’s not a big deal?” Betsy asked.
“Regan got a threatening letter in the mail.”
“It’s not that threatening,” she said. “It’s someone that is displeased with my services by the sounds of it. It happens. You can’t tell me everyone is happy with Zander’s services.”
“I’ve never known anyone to complain other than having to pay the bill, but they still weren’t mad at him. How threatening of a letter? Let me see it,” Betsy said. “Zander is good at these things.”
“Yes,” Miles said. “Let Zander look at it.”
She had the paper still in her hand. “Nope,” she said. “No reason to involve anyone. It’s not a big deal. I told you that.”Good lord, if Zander got a hold of this, she could only imagine his reaction. She needed to think it through some more first.
“Well,” Betsy said. “I came over with a report for Sophia. Things we’ve found so far. Zander asked me to bring them over when I was done typing everything up.”
She reached her hand out for the envelope and while she did that, Miles snatched the anonymous letter out of her hand and then gave it to Betsy. “There, let Zander see that. Get his opinion.”
“Bye,” Betsy said, running out of the door before she could get it back. She could chase after Betsy, but then she’d look like a fool.
“Why did you do that?” she asked Miles. She wasn’t normally pissed, but she was right now.
She was trying to keep this under control that it wasn’t a big concern, but the minute her boyfriend saw it he was going to think it was.
Not that Miles or Betsy knew that. But they’d sure the hell suspect it.
She and Zander had decided they were going to let their staff know after the holiday dinner.
She didn’t think there was going to be any bad dinner or anything, but she wanted to at least get through that before anything else.
Then right after the holiday, Zander said he had to go out of town for a few days on a case to Tennessee.
“Maybe he can help,” Miles said. “I don’t know. I just find the whole thing scary. How come you don’t?”
“Because it’s as I said. Gutless people send letters like that. Nothing will come about it.”
“Like the flowers you got weeks ago?” Miles asked. “Nothing more and no clue who they are from.”
She let out a sigh not needing a reminder of that either.
“Exactly. People often don’t care to say nice or mean things. They are coming here for help for a reason. If I got worked up over every little thing I’d never sleep at night.” Just like she wasn’t going to tonight.
“I suppose you’re right,” Miles said. “Still. I’m sorry. I can go get it from Betsy.”
“No reason to do it now,” she said.
She’d deal with Zander later tonight. Last she knew he wasn’t around today so he might not find out until later and she had clients back-to-back starting in thirty minutes and until closing. Then she’d lock up and take two more thirty-minute video sessions before she left for the day.
“Do we get to see what they found out on Sophia’s employers?” Miles asked. “Or am I in the dog house and aren’t privy to that information?”
She opened the envelope. Miles had access to most of her information there. He could get records if need be and had passwords to everything. Someone had to have those things for backup in case something happened to her.