“Yes, sir. I can appreciate this issue.” Susan paused, waiting in an uncomfortable silence before speaking up, “what are our next steps?”
He walked around the bar and fumbled under the counter then came up with two glasses full of a deep amber liquid. “Well, for you, nothing at the moment. I’ll make some calls and we’ll bring in some professional snoops to begin a thorough, internal investigation. I suppose some congratulations are in order for you,” he offered a glass to Susan, who gingerly accepted it. “When this settles out, your efforts won’t go unnoticed, I can assure you.”
She smiled and tenderly drank from the glass. The liquid had a dry, woody yet slightly sweet aroma to it. The strong liquor burned her tongue and throat all the way to her stomach where it lit a fire.
Jakob Dillenger extended his arm, indicating he wanted her to sit in the chair in front of his desk. The “President, DynaVote Inc.” nameplate on his desk cast an unsavory shadow in the late day sun streaming in from the window.