The 13th Month
Calendar Men 13
Copyright 2018
Bailey Bradford
The 13th Month
Calendar Men 13
Bailey Bradford
Chapter One
Quantum, Inc., was bustling, the employees excited about all the new contracts and projects in various stages of development. As the owner of the company, Ezra Harrington should have been just as excited, should have been celebrating along with his employees, enjoying the catered lunch he’d had brought in.
Instead, he was sitting at his desk, wondering how long he needed to stay before he could leave without causing too much of a fuss. He was the boss, after all, and he used to stay at Quantum, Inc., more often than he did anywhere else. His company had been his home, but all that had changed when his friend, Marco Chacon, had almost died.
“Ezra?”
Ezra blinked, coming back to himself. He’d been staring out the wall of windows behind his desk, though he hadn’t seen anything. His mind had been elsewhere, and so had his sight. Turning around, he plastered on a smile he hoped looked sincere. When he saw Albert Washington standing in the doorway, Ezra didn’t have to fake happiness. Albert was one of his favorite employees. “Albert, come in and have a seat.”
Albert entered the office. His suspenders were a pale lavender, and he wore a matching bowtie. The baby blue color of his shirt went well with both. “Maggie said you wanted to see me?”
Ezra waited until Albert sat in the chair closest to the desk before replying. “Yes. As you know, the motherboard you designed has put Quantum, Inc., at the top of the field. We have more contracts than we can handle, though HR is handling that issue, and financially, Quantum, Inc., is projected to be one of the most profitable companies in the United States next year. A lot of that is due to your contribution, so I wanted to offer you a promotion to development manager, and you’re getting a nice raise whether or not you want to accept the promotion. Merry Christmas.”
Albert’s eyes were wide behind the lenses of his glasses. “A p-promotion? Anda raise?”
“Yes,” Ezra said, feeling something that made him light up inside. It took him a moment to realize it was happiness. It had been a long time since he had experienced that particular emotion without some trepidation attached to it. “Yes, indeed. Thanks to you, this company is one of the most sought-after techs around. A ten percent raise is in order, and not unfair. You’ll also earn two percent of net sales on the motherboard you designed. If you accept the management position, there will be additional perks, including financial. I want you to take some time to think about the offer, though. You’ve got a week off with Gregg. If you can give me an answer after that?”
Albert bobbed his head. “Yes, yes I can do that. It’d be more hours?”
Ezra winced. “Well, yes, but you’d have more paid vacation days. I would do my best to balance that out for you.”
“Okay, I’ll talk it over with Gregg and get back with you the first week of January. Thank you, Ezra, for everything.” Albert cleared his throat then tugged at his bowtie. “Um, how is Marco? I heard he had pneumonia again—but that came from someone in the office, and I wanted to ask you myself. You know how gossip goes.”
“Often wrong.” Ezra leaned back in his chair. “Not this time, however. Marco was in the hospital for a week. He came home two days ago and is still weak. It wasn’t pneumonia this time, but some bacterial infection that the doctors feared would lead to sepsis. Luckily, he’s going to be fine.” I hope. Gods, please let him finally get to recover.It had been one health crisis after another for Marco for almost a year.
“Good, good. You know, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I didn’t want to call Perry and ask about the rumor I’d heard, didn’t want to upset her, especially while she’s on that fashion shoot in Versailles.” Albert smiled. “She’s got contract offers coming in daily now that the charity calendar has been such a hit. Some of the guys have been contact by talent agencies, too. The calendar itself has raised so much money for the children’s cancer fund, there are already plans to do another one. Well. Anyway. Thank you, Ezra.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you decide to do whatever is best for you, and if that happens to be what’s best for Quantum, Inc., that’d be great, but if not, we’ll be all right.” Ezra stood and walked out from behind his desk as Albert got up. “Thanks for asking about Marco and not just running wild with a rumor. He’s had a traumatic year, what with Evan trying to murder him twice, then all the health complications from the burns. I hate that he’s the subject of gossip.”
“Any time I can be of help, let me know.” Albert shook his hand, then left the office.
Ezra waited until Daria got up and stood at a makeshift podium to start announcing the winners of the raffle drawings. The company holiday party was always a fun one to attend, but Ezra just couldn’t hang around this year. He slipped away without anyone noticing and drove home a little faster than he should have. This wasn’t the first time he’d been away from Marco—it wasn’t like he could stay by the man’s side twenty-four-seven—but the latest health scare had terrified Ezra. He felt like he’d been living on the edge of a deadly precipice for almost a year, and he was worn down in a way he couldn’t describe.
Except that there was no security or certainty anymore. He used to think he knew how his life would go—very successful businessman, good boss, good person, adventures few people got to take, and eventually, a love that would last through thick and thin—but now he knew nothing was set in stone.
Ezra focused on driving. One car in the lane next to him swerved in his direction. Ezra hit the brakes and was almost rear-ended. The driver behind him honked a rapid staccato proclamation of ire. He waved a hand over his shoulder and moved over to the far-left lane as soon as he could manage to do so, all while keeping a wary eye on the car that had almost hit him.
When he reached his home, the guard at the gate nodded but didn’t let him in. Ezra was grateful for that. He rolled down his window and greeted the guard. “James, how is it going tonight?”
“Just fine, Mr. Harrington. Danu is with Mr. Chacon, and the house staff are all in, as they should be. Nothing out of the ordinary.”
While Janes was speaking, he leaned closer and peered past Ezra.
One of the reasons Ezra had chosen the security company he used was because of how thorough they were when it came to doing the job. Not one guard let him come onto his property without making sure someone else wasn’t in the car with him.
“All by yourself, Mr. Harrington?” James asked, eyes sharp as he looked at Ezra.
“That I am,” Ezra replied, the agreed-upon answer that let his guards know he was alone, and that there wasn’t someone hiding somewhere—like in the trunk, he supposed.
“Have a good evening.” James pressed the small control in his hand, and the tall silver and copper gate began to open.
“You too, James.” Ezra
That gate was one of Ezra’s prized possessions. He’d had it made by an artist he’d met in the Pearl district. It was an impermeable gate, solid and very heavy, not made from thin metal bars. The design on the front and back were the same, a scenic display of the sun and its coppery rays caressing a mountainous landscape. Off to one side was the dark form of a cat stalking unseen prey.
The gate was priceless, and maybe someone else would have put it on display as art, but Ezra had bought it to use. He enjoyed the combination of beauty and functionality.
The driveway wound a half-mile down to his home. Rather than live in the most well-known and wealthy community in the San Antonio area, Ezra had opted to buy several acres north of the city and have his dream house built. He hadn’t wanted to deal with homeowner’s associations or anything else.
The two-story house had five bedrooms and seven bathrooms—he’d wanted two not attached to bedrooms. The basketball and tennis courts were to the left and right of the house, respectively, and the large pool behind it, as was the jacuzzi and sauna. A small golf course was set beyond those, and he had a stable, corral, and horses not far from there.
There were no trees or shrubs lining the driveway—security had recommended the removal of those and Ezra had complied without hesitation. Marco’s safety was more important to him than landscaping. There were a few oak trees elsewhere on the property but nothing more than those and grass.
The garage door began to roll up as he approached it. Ezra parked his car and shut it off, unfastening his seatbelt before he cut the engine. He got out and made sure the garage was secured, then he stopped by the side door. It only took a second for the security device to scan his iris, then Evan was finally inside and headed to find Marco.
Ezra paid little notice to the inside of the house itself except to note it was clean. The white carpet and furniture were pristine and kept from being dull by the splashes of color added here and there.
But Ezra was looking for Marco, and he wasn’t on the couch or recliner; the TV that took up half the viewing room wall was off, and Marco wasn’t in there, either.
No wonder. He just got out of the hospital again. Ezra hurried toward Marco’s room, which was downstairs and beside Ezra’s temporary bedroom. Although he’d been sleeping there for almost a year now, so it didn’t seem temporary anymore. But, he’d wanted to be close to Marco, and a flight of stairs up to the bedrooms hadn’t been something Marco could handle.
Before Ezra rounded the corner leading to the hall and the bedrooms, Danu, the night nurse, came around it.
“Mr. Harrington, you’re back early.” Danu stopped and frowned. “I thought you said you’d be gone for six hours or so?”
“I was wrong in my assessment of the time I’d need to get things done.” Ezra started to fold his arms over his chest, then stopped himself. He had no reason to be defensive.
Danu sighed and leaned against the wall. “Mr. Harrington, I won’t let anything happen to Marco. It’s important that you take care of yourself, too, not just your friend. Time away from the situation—”
“No.” Ezra bit back a scathing reply that would have had him asking where Danu got his psych degree. Being snobby and bitchy were two things Ezra tried hard not to do. “If it stresses me more to be away than to be here, that should tell you something.”
Danu nodded. “Yes, sir, it does, but I don’t think you’ll listen to what I have to say.” He stood straight. “Mr. Chacon is sleeping. He’s had his breathing treatment and antibiotics. Managed to eat a decent amount of dinner. We were discussing his recovery, or rather, I was talking about the recovery plan his doctors have outlined for him, and he said that he won’t agree to any more surgery. I didn’t press the matter right now.”
“Of course. I’m going to check on him.” Ezra moved past Danu and strode to Marco’s door. The surgeries Marco had refused weren’t all cosmetic. If he wanted to regain more mobility in his right hand—which was his dominant one—and arm, he’d need to have more skin grafts done.
But Danu was right. Now wasn’t the time to argue with Marco.
Ezra opened the door, not bothering to knock. He didn’t want to wake Marco up. The room was dark, as Marco preferred it. He didn’t like any light creeping in when he slept.
Ezra was glad he had his cat’s ability to see in the dark, even when he wasn’t shifted.
Marco was propped up until he was almost sitting, a position which the doctor had suggested since Marco was coughing a lot as his lungs cleared out. Ezra had slept very little the night before, listening to every round of hacking that tore through Marco, wondering if he should go check on him even though Danu had been there. Marco hated it when Ezra hovered, though, so he’d stayed in his own room.
But now he looked at Marco, at his profile, which Ezra had always thought of as regal with Marco’s high forehead, his deep-set eyes, long, down-tipped nose, full lips and strong chin. Throughout the thirty years they’d been friends, Marco had always been such a bright, loud person, one who radiated energy and determination even when not speaking.
Until Evan had tried to kill him. It was a higher level of betrayal than Marco had come to expect from his wives, and he’d been married close to a half-dozen times, from what Ezra could remember.
Evan had almost extinguished the spark that was Marco, almost ended his life and snuffed out the vital, talented man.
Marco tried to claim that man was gone, but Ezra didn’t believe it. If Marco wouldn’t fight for himself, then Ezra would.
Giving up on Marco was something he refused to do. Come hell or high water, he’d help Marco shine again.
2 comments:
Finally! I've been waiting for their story since the 1st one.
Can not wait for it
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