Sex and Lies. Donna Hill

Leslie cleared her throat and tucked several strands of her blond hair behind her ear. She opened a leather folder and pulled out a piece of paper. The room hushed.

      “Serena Hamilton, Justine Parker and Savannah Fields.”

      The collected held breath was released. Savannah clutched her mother’s hand, animation sparkling in her eyes.

      “Each of you ladies will receive your instructions before you leave tonight. Of course, after reading what is required of you, you have the option to decline the assignment. Should you decide to take the assignment you will be provided with whatever support the Cartel can provide. Congratulations, ladies, and with that this portion of the meeting is adjourned. Feel free to enjoy the food and drinks and would Serena, Justine and Savannah stop in the office before you leave.” Leslie stepped away from the podium and chatter filled the room.

      “Congratulations, Savannah,” Melonie, one of the early members of the Cartel said. “This is your first assignment, right?”

      “Yes, it is.” Savannah was giddy with excitement. Her mind was running in a million directions at once trying to imagine what her assignment would be.

      Melonie touched Savannah’s shoulder. “Well, if you need anything let me know, but you have a pro in the family,” she added, looking with admiration at Claudia. “So I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

      Savannah drew in a long breath. “That I do.”

      They chatted for a few minutes more and Savannah continued to get words of encouragement and support from her sister members.

      Claudia yawned. “Sorry,” she said. “Long day.”

      Savannah looked at her watch and gasped in alarm. It was nine forty-five. She’d promised Blake she would meet him at the restaurant at ten and she still had to meet with Leslie to get her assignment.

      “I really have to go. I have a dinner date with my husband.”

      “Go, girl, go,” Melonie said.

      “Let me check in with Leslie. Mom, I’ll call you tomorrow.” She kissed her mother’s cheek, said her goodbyes and hurried to the main office which was down the hallway from the ballroom.

      When she got to the office, Justine was just coming out. “Good luck,” she murmured as she passed Savannah.

      “Thanks, you, too.”

      Savannah stepped up to the closed door and knocked lightly.

      “Come in,” came the voice on the other side of the door.

      Savannah turned the knob and stepped inside. For an instant her step faltered. It wasn’t Leslie as she’d expected but the head honcho in charge.

      “Savannah.” Jean Wallington beamed as if she’d run into a long-lost friend. “Come in. Have a seat.”

      Jean Wallington rarely made an appearance. She was so high up the chain of command that you needed oxygen to hang out with her. Word had it that she was a former CIA operative who’d specialized in covert opts. Having had her fill with the old boys’ club she, over time, began recruiting for her own organization. Jean firmly believed that women had just as much, if not more, skill in the field of undercover operations, primarily because no one ever suspected a woman. But mostly because women understood people. Women had instincts and they were rarely wrong. Jean banked on those instincts of her team to get the jobs done. She was never wrong.

      Savannah flashed a nervous smile and sat in the high back Queen Ann chair opposite Jean. Jean folded her hands on top of the cherrywood desk.

      “I’ve been watching you for a while, Savannah,” Jean began, “and I’m very impressed by what I’ve seen.”

      “Thank you.”

      Jean flipped open a thin manila file folder and quickly glanced over it before sweeping her thin pink-framed glasses from her sharp nose, displaying the most intense green eyes Savannah had ever seen. They were the color of jade.

      “When we make our selections, we do it very carefully. We take many factors into account—length of membership, who you were recruited by, your education, profession and how you did during training. Most important we look at what we call the unobvious skills or attributes in our members.” Jean waved her glasses toward Savannah. “In your case we discovered that you have an innate quality with people. People are drawn to you, Savannah, and for this assignment that’s exactly what we need—that, combined with your legal background. We feel you are the perfect member to handle this job.”

      Savannah had no idea that she was viewed that way. She was thrilled to know it yet a bit unsettled to realize that she’d been watched that closely without her knowledge. Damn, they were good.

      “Your assignment will be to gather evidence on The Montgomery Enterprises. It has been brought to our attention that the corporation has been laundering money in addition to working with substandard products in the development of their housing projects and some corporate structures. We’re confident that the confirmation we’re seeking is buried in their legal documents. They have some of the best lawyers in the country on their payroll.” She took a larger manila envelope from the file and handed it over to Savannah. “All of the information you need is inside. The information on those pages will begin to dissolve within fifteen minutes of opening the envelope and exposing it to the air. Memorize it. The tools that you need will be delivered to you in your next TLC shipment by courier.”

      Savannah nodded. The name Montgomery gave her an itch that she couldn’t quite scratch. It was so familiar but she wasn’t sure why. She held the envelope to her chest. Her racing heart thumped making the envelope vibrate like a tuning fork.

      “Any questions?”

      “How much time do I have?”

      “Three weeks.”

      Savannah’s deep brown eyes widened a fraction.

      “Of course, you will have the full support of TLC.”

      “Any reason for the short window?”

      “Yes, The Montgomery Enterprises is set to break ground on a new development by the end of the month. We need the information irrefutably verified before then.”

       Montgomery…breaking ground. It couldn’t be.

      “If there’s nothing else.” Jean stood and Savannah realized for the first time just how tall Jean actually was. She had to be at least five-eleven, Savannah guesstimated. She got up, took the envelope still clutched to her chest and stuck out her hand. “Thank you for the opportunity, Jean.”

      “I expect great things from all of our Cartel members,” she said, shaking Savannah’s hand with a death grip, her green eyes boring into Savannah’s.

      “I won’t disappoint you.”

      “I know.”

      Savannah drew in a short breath and lifted her chin an inch in acceptance.

      With her first assignment plastered to the front of her suit jacket by a damp hand, Savannah bobbed and weaved her way out of the brownstone, accepting heartfelt congratulations along the way. Once outside she gulped in the night air then sprinted down the street to her car. It was already ten-twenty. She got in the car and immediately called Blake on her cell phone.

      “Baby, I’m so sorry,” she said the instant his voice came on the phone.

      “No worries, sugar. I ran into Mac and we were having a drink at the bar. How much longer will you be?”

      “At least fifteen minutes.”

      “See you when you get here.”

      “Love you,” Savannah said, truly meaning it.

      “Back at ya. Drive safe.”

      She flipped the phone closed and put the car in gear. Her husband was the best. Damn she was lucky.

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