Beckett (Robinson Destruction #4) - Kathi S. Barton Page 0,39
well because sales are down. Also, you could mention the bonus share that you get. Something along the lines that it might not be there because of production. Don’t point fingers, just lay it out there like you would to anyone else.” Horacio said he liked that idea. “Good. You let me know when you need help taking out the equipment, and I’ll have someone come over and help you out.”
That had been last year. Today he got his bonus check for the profit the owner got when production was taken care of. It was more than he thought he’d get. Beck was happy for Horacio and his stocks company.
Allie came in about midnight. Not only had he gotten a good start on his work for tomorrow, but he’d been able to send out six reports that had been gathering dust on his desk, as well as figured out which project he was going to work on next. He smiled at her when she entered his office.
“It’s all taken care of.” He asked her if she was all right. “I am. Some very nasty people were removed from this world, and my kids are going to be safe from them. Have you found out anything else that I might like to know? Not just the kids, but something better than what I saw in the last few hours. Good news, please.”
“I love you.” She grinned at him and sat on his lap after pulling his chair back from his desk. “Good news…let me think. Oh, I spoke with Shane earlier, and he said to tell you congrats on the kids, and he has plenty of room for our kids to go to his school as well. They’re going to have to be tested for which class they’ll be in, but that won’t be an issue.”
“I’m glad the school there is able to take care of them. I don’t think I want to ever stick our kids in a private school. I know there are some pretty amazing ones out there, but I’m a little soured on them right now.” He leaned over and picked up the envelope that had been delivered today. “What’s this?”
“You killed a monster when you killed Holland. The vampire committee, I’m not sure what they call themselves, has turned all his worldly goods into a cashier’s check for you. They want you to have it, as he is no longer at a place where he’d be able to use it.” He laughed. “That was how they put it. No longer at a place where he can use it.”
“I just wanted to get away from him. I didn’t mean for them to reward me for this.” Beck told her that was what he told them as well, that she’d not want it for the same reason. “He didn’t strike me as having all that much. There wasn’t even any power in the place where he took me. How about we use it to make the kids’ rooms nice for them?”
“I’m game for that. However, if it’s not enough, we have the funds to take care of it.” She nodded and opened the envelope. The look on her face told him that it was considerably more than enough to redo the rooms. She didn’t say anything when she handed it over to him. “Good Christ, honey, we could buy them their own school.”
The cashier’s check was for just a smidge over six million dollars. With the check that he’d gotten from his bonus just today, they had in checks just over thirteen million dollars. Grinning, he handed her his check and asked her what she wanted to do with their found money.
“How about we have it invested for our children and our future children? That way, they can go to college and not have to worry about working.” He told her that was an excellent idea. “I think so as well. But this is still going to be a lot of money. No matter how you look at it, we’d have to have sixty kids, raise them, and put them through college, and still more than likely not use even half of this. What about a fund? Or a home dedicated to children without parents? An adoption agency that does things by the book, and does the necessary background checks too?”
They agreed that they’d do that. He wasn’t sure what sort of red tape they’d have to muddle through, but with Rogen at the computer, they thought they