Chapter 7: Lionel Denford's Revenge

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Ever since he botched it that night, Lionel Denford had nursed a grudge. At dawn the next morning, when Cain led a crew to smash up Alex Hayde's little inn, they ran into two clerks from the Township Government. Cain hurriedly called the boss. Lionel told him to hold off. The bidding for Hasson's Water Conservancy Project was a major prize he needed to secure. Besides, he still had Evan Showyer as his patron behind the scenes. "Hello? Mr. Showyer, it's Denford. I just sent you a $500 cash gift-a small token of respect." "Denford, damn it, what kind of operation are you running? You can't even handle one woman. How are you going to keep your footing out there?" "Mr. Showyer, that woman played me. I guarantee she's got someone backing her, maybe even sleeping with her. I'll dig into it." "To hell with your 'digging.' She's walking all over me. What rotten luck. Are you still going after that Water Conservancy Project or not?" "Of course I am. I'll need your guidance." "Damn it, if I don't crush Kimberly Yoppe, I'm no Showyer." "No problem. I'm with you all the way. Once we take Kimberly Yoppe down, I'll treat you to a full-service massage-the real thing. You'll enjoy yourself." "Enough talk. Enjoy what, huh. Listen. The company competing with you is called Eternal Construction. Their contact on the project is a deputy general manager named Barbara Salkield. Find a way to smear them. I promise the project will still be yours." "Consider it done, Mr. Showyer. Wait for my good news. That woman thinks she can spar with us? She's way out of her depth." "Good. I'll send a few people to pad your record, alright?" Grinning, Evan Showyer hung up. He opened his laptop and looked for those porn clips. Ricardo Shirvinton, the kid, really knew how to please his boss; he had quietly saved a stash on the office computer. Whenever Evan had a spare minute, he watched. The woman in the video had breasts so big two hands couldn't hold them. Evan chuckled out loud. Her hips arched like a bow. Her skin looked silky and wet. When she was with the man, her moans were spellbinding. Evan found himself miming the moves with his fingers. Damn it. In broad daylight, a sudden heat rose in him. He wanted a woman to let off steam. As it happened, he had a task to assign. He called Deborah Norrell at the Township Administration Office. Deborah was not in the best mood that day. She did not like Kimberly Yoppe's coolness, but she liked Evan's overbearing ways even less. In Hasson, she kept to the middle ground. "Mr. Showyer, good day." Her white blouse fit close and clean, two loosened buttons flashing the curve of a full figure. A black skirt trimmed with black lace hinted at mischief if the breeze so much as flirted with the hem. Her most arresting feature, though, was those long legs, evenly toned from top to bottom, so pale they looked almost glossy. Pressed together, you'd swear they had a sheen to them. "Director Deborah, I have a piece of work for you to pass along." "No problem." Deborah sensed something off in his voice, because she heard faint moans-"Mmm, ahh"-drifting from the speakers. Her eyes darted to the monitor. She almost jumped. Porn, in broad daylight. Disgusting. Lately she had hardly seen her husband, Jerry Sabey, and their intimacy had been pitifully scarce. Without thinking, she absently ran her hands over her calves. "Have Director Shirvinton come to my office in a bit. I've got a task." "Alright, I'll arrange it right away." "Wait. Come here, Director Deborah. Close the door." She was startled, but refusing outright would have been awkward. Evan was the Deputy Township Head, and he and her husband, Jerry, had served together. She felt she had to humor him. Deborah closed the door and walked up to his desk. Evan slid an arm around her waist and pressed her into the chair. She tried to push him off, but he had come prepared and wouldn't let go. One hand suddenly slid under her skirt. Deborah gasped and squirmed, mortified. "Mr. Showyer, stop, it's broad daylight." "Don't rush, Director Deborah. Look how happy they are in this video. Let's watch properly." "No, Mr. Showyer, let me go." "What's there to be scared of? It's the same whoever it is." His chest burned; his heart hammered. His fingers kept roaming under her skirt. Deborah could barely stand it. She could not break free, yet did not dare to cry out. If this leaked beyond these walls, it would circle back to Jerry, and the consequences would be unthinkable. "Mr. Showyer, wanting a woman is natural. But I heard from Jerry that Daniel is about to be moved into a back-seat role. You mustn't throw away a golden chance over a woman." As she spoke, she slid both hands to his chest and stroked him a few times. Evan froze, then shoved her away. "Get to work." Smiling, Deborah walked out of his office and went to deliver the message to Ricardo. Evan spat at the writhing couple on the screen, killed the power, and stared up at the "Deputy Township Head" plaque over the door. Years of grinding, all to strip away that one word deputy. He would not miss this chance. When Ricardo walked in, Evan motioned for him to sit. "Ricardo, head over to Berton Village in a bit." "No problem. If I recall, the pilot Water Conservancy Project there was set up by Prosper Construction. I'll snap some photos and record what the villagers say. It's a public‑works project, after all." Ricardo was Evan's top fixer-like he could read his boss's mind. He had orchestrated last night's events. He also knew Ms. Yoppe leaned toward Eternal Construction, while Evan had long worked with Prosper Construction. As long as the pilot work in Berton Village checked out, it would be hard for Deputy Township Head Kimberly Yoppe to overturn it; even the county chief would have trouble. "Good. Take Alex Hayde with you. I hear Ms. Yoppe brought him in." "Mr. Showyer, the kid is a bit full of himself. I'll find a way to bring him over to our side." "No hurry. Stage something for him and leverage it." "Understood, Mr. Showyer. I'm on my way."

Chapter 7: Lionel Denford's Revenge

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