"Kit Reed - Unlimited" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Kit)

Some days Ryder hates Bobby. He growls, тАЬI said, what? What did you
say?тАЭ

Oh, desperate man, Bobby just keeps mumbling, but loud enough so Ryder
either will or wonтАЩt be able to catch what he is pitching.

тАЬFuck that shit,тАЭ Ryder shouts, even though heтАЩs not exactly sure what
BobbyтАЩs telling him. By this time Ryder has shouldered the phone in and out of the
shower without getting it wet; heтАЩs combed his hair and heтАЩs shaving with his sweet
little electric. In another minute heтАЩll have to unglue his ear from Bobby long enough
to wriggle into the Gap T-shirt and the Armani. Once he is armored, he has to go
forth and slay multitudes. Reaching for his Calvin briefs, he starts with the dayтАЩs
instructions. Pickups. Folders to be pulled for the next meeting. Calls to be arranged
so there may even be a next meeting.

Bobby says into the brief silence that falls as his boss ducks into the T-shirt,
тАЬAnything else?тАЭ

Ryder ticks off ten items for BobbyтАЩs phone list тАФ the small private investors
they have to squeeze just to keep going until their money kicks in тАФ and right before
he pops Bobby out of existence and clicks the phone shut he says, тАЬFind out whoтАЩs
screwing us. Get on it!тАЭ

Which leaves Whitney Ryder alone and silent on a peak in Brentwood. In full
armor, he stands in the darkened room with the round bed slippery with satin sheets
and redolent of Daphne. And broods. The big project up in flames, Daphne gone.
Ryder has thirty clays to pay up on the house or get out and ten days to cover
certain key investments. Stones rolling in to seal the pharaohтАЩs tomb.
 It is so fucking inevitable.

Doom creeping up, followed by ruin. And all he can fix on is finding out who
gave the first stone a kick and started it moving.

Surprised by grief, Ryder belches words: what Bobby was trying to tell him
that he didnтАЩt want to catch but knows heтАЩs going to have to deal with. Our money,
he thinks.

We donтАЩt even know who our money is.

Questions. Questions! What gives you the right to ask questions?

I just thought maybe the deposit. Urn. Ah. Entitled me to a further explanation.
Miserable, the client shifts in the deep sofa. This is so hard! Putting it in words. The
rage. The humiliation. I mean, before I tell you my problem.

The need.

Woman like me, you think I donтАЩt know where youтАЩre coming from? Honey,
this is Velvet. YouтАЩre sitting here, and you think I donтАЩt already know your
problem?