The Billionaire’s Handler

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Authors: Jennifer Greene
a question, although he was still keeping a wary distance, still had his aviator jacket on.
    â€œShe’s upstairs. I heard the shower a little while ago.” He zoned in on the documents in front of him again—or tried to. The problem was that there were repercussions when he failed to concentrate on what mattered. If he failed to pay prompt attention to all this business, for example, he could lose a lot of money.
    Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to give two shakes about losing money. He’d learned long ago that there were far worse things.
    â€œHenry, you need to sleep over before flying again.”
    â€œYes, sir.”
    â€œAbout all the issues we discussed regarding Carolina’s place…”
    â€œAll done. Except that I also took the initiative of hiring a housesitter—actually, a concierge service—because I barely got to her place before there were people knocking and pounding and calling. She has some frantic relatives.”
    â€œI’ll bet she does. Excellent judgment on getting the concierge service on board.”
    â€œHer sister, particularly, I believe, expected to be let in. Said Carolina had some things that were hers that she was supposed to get—”
    â€œRight.” Maguire didn’t snort. He just thought about it. “If her family has any type of medical financial need, take care of it. Or call me. Otherwise nothing gets removed from her place except for old food in her refrigerator. Her bills and personal business—any crises there?”
    â€œNo. I canceled a dentist appointment for next week. And she has a hair appointment next Thursday.”
    â€œHair.” For the first time Maguire looked up, alarmed. “You know how women are about hair.”
    â€œNot exactly, sir.”
    â€œNothing puts women in a bad mood faster than a bad-hair day. I don’t even know what a bad-hair day is, exactly, but if that’s a source of stress, we have to fix it.”
    â€œHow, sir?” Henry asked.
    â€œDamned if I know.” Maguire dived into thenext stack of files. “Any men calling her?” he asked casually.
    â€œYes, sir, I told you—”
    â€œI mean besides dentists and drugstores and insurance salesmen. The other kind of men. Boyfriends. Relationships.”
    â€œI don’t think so.” Abruptly Henry tugged on an ear. “Mr. Cochran, I don’t recall you asking me to notice or collect information on anything regarding boyfriends. I wasn’t looking for that. It never crossed my mind that you wanted me to.”
    â€œI didn’t. And of course I didn’t ask you. It’s none of my business. It just occurred to me—a little late—that I should have considered whether or not she had a man in her life. You’ve seen her. Hard to believe there aren’t man friends in that picture. And if it were my woman who disappeared from sight, I’d have raised hell and the National Guard and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the BBC—”
    â€œI get your drift, sir. Possibly there just aren’t any personal relationships in her life right now.”
    â€œMaybe.” Maguire kept thumbing through documents. “In the meantime, I have a new list of things for you to do. Some of these are going to be fun.”
    â€œFun,” Henry repeated, and tugged on his ear again.
    â€œFun,” Maguire repeated. “I need a 1953 MG Mark IV TD here seven days from now.”
    â€œSeven days?”
    â€œOh, that’ll make it easier.”
    â€œThen I need you to locate a tree house. Not a kid’s tree house. The kind of tree house where adults could live. I don’t care where in the world. I just need one.”
    â€œThat must be on your list of ‘more fun’ things for me to do, I suspect.” Henry inked that in his Moleskine notepad, never blinked.
    â€œSmile, Henry. Where else could you possibly work, where you had

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