Beckett (Robinson Destruction #4) - Kathi S. Barton Page 0,45

you have. Clarkson? You’re going to sell me eleven percent of what you have. Now.” He told her he was off her rocker. “Am I? No. I don’t think so. What I am is a great deal smarter than you are. Not only that, but I have resources that will put you all behind bars. As part owners of this sham of a school, you’re going to be held as responsible as he is. So how much do you want for your shares?”

“You’re not getting shit from any of us. No one can sell their shares unless it’s approved by all of us. And I’m not budging.” Allie asked him if he was sure. “You bet your sweet little ass, I’m sure. This has been a moneymaker since we started it. I’m not going to have some little twit come in here and start telling us what you want to do. Nor will I put any of the money back in the school. It’s working out just fine for me.”

“What about us?” She had to think who this woman was when she turned and smiled at her. “Issa Johnson, Allie. I want it on the record that I had no idea about the teachers or the money being taken from the school. That’s no excuse, but I’d like to know how that money he has wasn’t shared with the rest of us. Not that I would have taken it if I knew what was going on, but he’s been stealing all along from every one of us.”

“That’s very true. I’d like the same question answered. Why haven’t you told us what you’re doing? Like Issa, I don’t want the money, but knowing that you have taken it all without our approval is something I had no idea about either.” Mr. Cable told her his name. “Also, I’d like for Allie here to answer how much money he stole from us.”

“Since, as I said, its inception, he’s taken just over six million dollars in cash, and another three million in things such as houses, a few boats, and lavish vacations that he takes his mistress on, and not his wife and children.” The information was being fed to her from Beck. She supposed he was getting it from the others. The other women were helping but leaving her alone to her tasks. “You might also want to know that there are four million dollars in insurance claims that he’s made on your behalf. When a student or teacher is harmed, he is keeping that money for himself. The teachers say nothing about the hospital charging them when there was a claim because they haven’t any idea that he’s doing it. He’s—pardon my language, but he’s fucking you guys all the way around.”

“You lie.” She told Clarkson she didn’t. And she could get them proof should they want it. The other four members said that they did. “I’m betting it’s all fabricated. She’s in with the other Robinsons. They’ll steal from anyone if they think they can make a buck.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. If I was stealing from someone, I’d be making money. Moron. So, lady and gentlemen, are you going to sell me your shares or not?” Clarkson again said that he wasn’t, so they weren’t. “If you say so. I have my husband here. He has a few things he wants to show you as well.”

Going to the door, she had to pause for a second or two to breathe. This was going to be the scary part. Someone could seriously be hurt. Opening the door, she winked at Beck before he allowed his cat to take him. When he moved into the room, he leaped up onto the conference table and walked along it to Clarkson. They were forehead to forehead, and she thought it was the best thing that could have happened today. The man started screaming right away.

“Enough.” When one of them stood up, Allie cautioned them. “If you run, he’ll chase you. All cats—and Beck here is no exception—will chase you down and think you’re his new play toy. Don’t run or make any sudden moves, or he’ll hurt you. Now. As I was saying, you’re going to sell me half of your shares, or else. I’m going to let that dangle out there for a moment while my husband here shows you his paw. It’s quite impressive, isn’t it? Now, darling, show them your claws.”

“I don’t want anything to do with this place after