refused to lie to me about it too.” She giggled. “Does that woman know?”
Bambi laughed. “She knows he’s taking you away, but she doesn’t know exactly where. Besides, the way your custody agreement works he doesn’t need her permission to take you anywhere. Sweet deal don’t you think?” She winked.
“Yeah, because if he did that woman would always say no.”
She could agree with that. Jordana could be evil and would refuse his visitation plans just to make his life hell. Again, score one for the judge on this because she clearly saw Jordana for what she was—a gold digging witch bent on making some poor unlucky man’s life hell.
“She’s dating you know?”
“Really?” There was somebody brave enough to go where no man wanted to go?
“Yeah, the doc who did her last boob job has been taking her out for a couple months now. I heard them talking wedding bells. He’s smitten apparently—that’s because he doesn’t know her. She hasn’t brought him here to meet me though.”
“Then how did you hear their conversation?”
She laughed. “I pulled a Dad,” she said. “I learned the last time I was in his company how to splice wires together so I could hear a conversation without being observed doing it.”
Bambi shook her head. “Girl you are going to get in so much trouble,” she laughed. “Your case is packed. Let’s go. I’m eager to get this journey started.” She did a quick two step, shoulder shimmie happy dance.
“It must be some place amazing to have you that happy.”
“No comment,” she winked. “Now, wipe that smile off your face until we get past your mother because I don’t want to have to explain why you look so happy.”
She giggled. “I would make her sit on eggs all summer, but I don’t want any more drama before we go. I’ll rub it in her face when I get back. See if she calls me a slut cunt again.” She rolled her eyes and scowled.
That woman just didn’t understand how much she was hurting this girl. Bambi made a mental note to talk with Sterling about it. She knew it could ruin the mood of the trip going over so she would have to find a good time to talk to him—if there were such a time—about his ex and the damage she was causing to this wonderful young woman. It had to stop. There had to be something he could do even if that meant taking her back to court and going for full custody of Jocelyn.
Chapter Two
“H ey, Dad.” Jocelyn bounded toward the four engine Lear Jet. Sterling had it built specifically for his company complete with all the required safety features and designed for comfort. If they had a long flight they would definitely not be uncomfortable with the plush black leather expansive seating. He had a bigger sitting area designed for if he needed to conduct business in the air. It was rare that he had more than five or six people on the plane at a time, other than himself, her, the pilot and the flight attendant that is. Rarely did he take any of the employees up and when he did it was for something special, like Kip Johnson going over to Monte Carlo to protect one of the young men in an elite family that stemmed from royal descent. He had taken only a couple of his top assistants each time they had flown. Mariel Brogan, his fabulously wonderful attorney, and Hill Forester, the right hand man with the plan. When they weren’t needed he usually just took his personal assistant, Gail Mason and another security expert, Josh Dumas. Other than that everybody else could be met with at one of the offices overseas or they just didn’t need the extra hands.
While the plane was never crowded, Sterling had still had the plane built with the possible need to take up to nineteen extra passengers somewhere. They would fly in style and comfort. The seating looked more like an oversized living room than an airplane. And then there was the private sitting area that had a smaller
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