Lawful Escort
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“I’m here to see Sabrina,” Daniel announced to the receptionist.
She gave him a startled look. “Sabrina?”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Sinclair.” She cleared her throat and lowered her voice. “Sabrina doesn’t work here anymore.”
“What?”
“She was let go.”
Fired! There was no doubt in his mind who was behind this decision. The bastard had fired her. Hannigan! Now he’d have that asshole.
“Where is Hannigan?” His voice had taken a sharp tone.
The receptionist gave him an astonished look but pointed at a door across the foyer. “He’s in his office. I don’t suppose you want me to announce you?” She had an inexplicable smirk on her face.
“That won’t be necessary.”
Without hesitation, Daniel crossed the foyer and headed for Hannigan’s office. He didn’t bother knocking and kicked the door open with one swift move.
Hannigan was on the phone, but as soon as he spotted Daniel, he jumped up from his desk, his eyes wide in shock.
“I’ll call you back,” he said into the phone and hastily put the receiver down. His voice was edgy, and it was clear that he knew Daniel wasn’t here for a business meeting. This was personal.
“Hannigan, you little shit!” He didn’t care that his voice probably carried all the way out into the foyer.
“Get out, or I’ll call security,” Hannigan warned.
Daniel took several more steps into the room, slow and deliberate steps toward the little weasel, who had sweat building on his forehead.
“You think I’m afraid of security?” Daniel laughed, but it wasn’t a friendly laugh. “When I’m done with you, you won’t need security, you’ll need an ambulance.”
Instinctively, Hannigan took a step back toward the window. “You wouldn’t dare!”
Three more steps and Daniel was upon him. “That’s for harassing Sabrina,” he growled and launched his fist into his opponent’s face so fast, the man had no time to even react.
Hannigan buckled under the impact and fell against the window. Daniel grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pulled him back. He wasn’t done with the bastard yet.
“Come on, fight back, you little creep!”
Hannigan threw up his hands to shield his face, and Daniel landed his fist in his gut.
“And that’s for firing her!”
The little shit doubled over. “Help! Somebody help me!” he screamed toward the door.
Daniel heard a noise at the door but didn’t turn. Realizing that nobody was coming to his aid, Hannigan finally started defending himself and landed his fist in his attacker’s face. Daniel’s head snapped to the side then ricocheted back.
“Thanks!” Finally the asshole had given him a reason to beat him to pulp. It was no fun to beat a man, who didn’t defend himself.
Fists went flying, landing in faces, chests and guts. Hannigan was a heavy guy, but Daniel made up for it with his agility and motivation. He was defending his woman. What stronger motivation could any man want?
Muffled voices carried from the door into the room. Several staff members had come to see what the commotion was about.
Daniel landed another hook in Hannigan’s face who instantly careened to the floor. He went right after him.
“What the hell is going on here?” an authoritative voice cut through the snickering voices of the staff.
Daniel turned to see Mr. Merriweather enter. It didn’t escape him that the secretaries had huge smirks on their faces. It appeared Hannigan wasn’t exactly popular with the female staff.
“Jon! Mr. Sinclair! Explain yourselves!”
Expectantly, he stood near the door looking at the two opponents as they got up from the floor. Before either Hannigan or Daniel could say a word, Merriweather turned back to the employees, who were spilling into the room.
“Don’t you have work to do?”
Instantly they dispersed, and Merriweather slammed the door shut behind them. “Gentlemen? What is the reason for this unseemly exhibition of testosterone?” He was still waiting for an explanation and gave both of them a stern look.
“He just attacked me!” Hannigan bit out.
Daniel threatened him with another hook. “That little shit here retaliated against Sabrina by firing her.”
“Mr. Sinclair. It is hardly your concern whether we let any staff of ours go or not.” Merriweather frowned.
“It is my concern. Hannigan has been harassing her ever since she started working here.”
She gave him a startled look. “Sabrina?”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Sinclair.” She cleared her throat and lowered her voice. “Sabrina doesn’t work here anymore.”
“What?”
“She was let go.”
Fired! There was no doubt in his mind who was behind this decision. The bastard had fired her. Hannigan! Now he’d have that asshole.
“Where is Hannigan?” His voice had taken a sharp tone.
The receptionist gave him an astonished look but pointed at a door across the foyer. “He’s in his office. I don’t suppose you want me to announce you?” She had an inexplicable smirk on her face.
“That won’t be necessary.”
Without hesitation, Daniel crossed the foyer and headed for Hannigan’s office. He didn’t bother knocking and kicked the door open with one swift move.
Hannigan was on the phone, but as soon as he spotted Daniel, he jumped up from his desk, his eyes wide in shock.
“I’ll call you back,” he said into the phone and hastily put the receiver down. His voice was edgy, and it was clear that he knew Daniel wasn’t here for a business meeting. This was personal.
“Hannigan, you little shit!” He didn’t care that his voice probably carried all the way out into the foyer.
“Get out, or I’ll call security,” Hannigan warned.
Daniel took several more steps into the room, slow and deliberate steps toward the little weasel, who had sweat building on his forehead.
“You think I’m afraid of security?” Daniel laughed, but it wasn’t a friendly laugh. “When I’m done with you, you won’t need security, you’ll need an ambulance.”
Instinctively, Hannigan took a step back toward the window. “You wouldn’t dare!”
Three more steps and Daniel was upon him. “That’s for harassing Sabrina,” he growled and launched his fist into his opponent’s face so fast, the man had no time to even react.
Hannigan buckled under the impact and fell against the window. Daniel grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pulled him back. He wasn’t done with the bastard yet.
“Come on, fight back, you little creep!”
Hannigan threw up his hands to shield his face, and Daniel landed his fist in his gut.
“And that’s for firing her!”
The little shit doubled over. “Help! Somebody help me!” he screamed toward the door.
Daniel heard a noise at the door but didn’t turn. Realizing that nobody was coming to his aid, Hannigan finally started defending himself and landed his fist in his attacker’s face. Daniel’s head snapped to the side then ricocheted back.
“Thanks!” Finally the asshole had given him a reason to beat him to pulp. It was no fun to beat a man, who didn’t defend himself.
Fists went flying, landing in faces, chests and guts. Hannigan was a heavy guy, but Daniel made up for it with his agility and motivation. He was defending his woman. What stronger motivation could any man want?
Muffled voices carried from the door into the room. Several staff members had come to see what the commotion was about.
Daniel landed another hook in Hannigan’s face who instantly careened to the floor. He went right after him.
“What the hell is going on here?” an authoritative voice cut through the snickering voices of the staff.
Daniel turned to see Mr. Merriweather enter. It didn’t escape him that the secretaries had huge smirks on their faces. It appeared Hannigan wasn’t exactly popular with the female staff.
“Jon! Mr. Sinclair! Explain yourselves!”
Expectantly, he stood near the door looking at the two opponents as they got up from the floor. Before either Hannigan or Daniel could say a word, Merriweather turned back to the employees, who were spilling into the room.
“Don’t you have work to do?”
Instantly they dispersed, and Merriweather slammed the door shut behind them. “Gentlemen? What is the reason for this unseemly exhibition of testosterone?” He was still waiting for an explanation and gave both of them a stern look.
“He just attacked me!” Hannigan bit out.
Daniel threatened him with another hook. “That little shit here retaliated against Sabrina by firing her.”
“Mr. Sinclair. It is hardly your concern whether we let any staff of ours go or not.” Merriweather frowned.
“It is my concern. Hannigan has been harassing her ever since she started working here.”
