Chapter Twenty-Eight
Before nine o’clock Monday morning, followed by Caruthers Keck, a phalanx of men including his son, Jonathon, streamed from the elevator into the former offices of Anderson Beverage, the Keck’s dressed in business suits, and the movers dressed like carpetbaggers.
Caruthers threw a finger, “go gentlemen, empty the place.” The eldest Keck glanced at Laurie, “and the others?” He asked.
“In the conference room, Daddy…”
“All of them…”
“No Daddy. Robin Anderson doesn’t work here any longer and Mister Jorgensen is waiting in her old office.”
“Thank you, honey,” Caruthers Keck said. “There is a taxi waiting downstairs—hurry.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Laurie shifted forward, but the expression on her new daddy’s face told her to run. Doctor Johnny must have ratted. “Oh, God,” she
