―Mr. Monroe, this is the second time you've been near me today, he commented. ―Are you eavesdropping on me? Leo shrugged. ―Can I help it if you happen to be at the same place I'm at? He narrowed his eyes.
―You're following me. ―I'm gathering information. ―You're spying. ―I know what you and your father did to Mr. Allen. You arranged it so he had to go bankrupt. The only question is how did you get into his office?
―You're wrong. Mr. Allen went bankrupt on his own. Leo considered the fact that Harrison looked like he believed that. ―You're a good liar. ―I'm not lying. ―And I'm not stupid.
―Alright. Then prove it. Show me that we forced Mr. Allen out of business. ―That's just it, isn't it? Proof. You managed to avoid detection so far, but if you keep up this behavior, sooner or later you'll get caught. You can't hide behind your charm forever. Mr. Walker has you figured out. I am assuming a couple of others are beginning to catch onto what's going on as well.
―I don't know what you're talking about, but it's obvious that you're paranoid. No one is running around trying to bankrupt other people's businesses. If Mr. Rivers and Mr. Allen weren't incompetent, they'd still be in business today.
―Supposing for a moment you're telling me the truth, which I seriously doubt, then you're not aware of what your father is doing. Harrison's frown deepened.
―I won't have you talking about my father as if he were a criminal. You are utterly pathetic. Now go find someone else to harass. Harrison shook his head and left. Leo took a deep breath to settle his nerves. He wasn't sure what to make of Harrison, but he didn't care for him. Nathan walked up to him. ―Have an unpleasant conversation with Junior?
Leo felt the tension in his shoulders relax. ―Junior is a remarkable liar. ―His father reminds me of nails scraping across a chalkboard. ―I know I can't let him get to me if I am to keep my focus. I just can't get it out of my mind that he's laughing at me, and his laughter has nothing to do with business or money. It's personal.
―Whatever it is, you can't let him get to you. ―How do I do that? ―I don't know. But I suspect Mr. Mitchell over at that table can train you on that. He motioned to the thirty-year-old man with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He sat at the bank table.
―His first name is Jake. His ex-fiancée recently moved back to town after her divorce with Devon Hammond. She's living with her parents again. Anyway, she went by the bank and he had to do the paperwork to set up her account. He remained cool the entire time. You couldn't tell that she broke his heart.
―I heard about her wanting to only marry him for his money. Nathan grinned. ―That's why some of us call her, Johanna the leech Clark.' Of course, she officially goes by Johanna Hammond these days. He shrugged.
―At least, he found out before it was too late. Anyway, he just got promoted from Mortgage Manager to Vice President. Leo frowned. ―Aren't you the vice president? ―I was. As of tomorrow, he'll be the vice president. Today, I'm training him. This place is a good place to find out what services that businessmen are interested in.
―Why did you quit?