Chapter15

#Chapter15

Valerie Griffin sat at the kitchen table of the main house at the Coolidge Estate, a host of paperwork spread before her, taking another sip of water and hoping the two Tylenol would kick in soon. There was another migraine on the way and it was sure to be a doozy. With half the estate's staff out with the flu and the water damage in the west hall, she was seriously considering breaking out one of the vintage cabernets from the cellar.

Sometimes being an estate manager really sucked. With both Walter Coolidge and now Declan Crowe gone, Valerie assumed it wouldn't be too long before she was out of a job. Which was all find and dandy, since a retired millionaire video game CEO—who lived in Hawaii!!—had just put an offer on the table for her services.

As Valerie downed the last of her water, the cell phone on the table buzzed.

/"Valerie Griffin,/" she answered.