Free Perfectly Mixed by Ancelli

all his marks with his cellphone, and then he grabbed all of Grayson’s things. He was feeling like shit. Why didn’t he try harder to get custody of his son, why wasn’t he there to protect his baby? His teeth hurt from clenching his jaw. Shane wanted to yell, and fucking hit something, but his son came first.
    “Sir, you can’t take him. I haven’t finished.” The CPS worker stopped him.
    “Watch me!” Shane pulled out his wallet and retrieved one of his business cards. “Lady you don’t want to fucking come between me and my son.” He handed her the card, “I will answer any questions you have later, right now I’m taking my son to the hospital. Since none of you idiots thought of that.” He took Grayson’s hand and walked out the office. “Patrice…” he glanced around looking for her.
    “Yes Shane,” she came around the corner.
    “Grayson will not be coming back,” Shane ambled out the daycare with his son right next to him. He took out his cellphone, swiped, and called Liza; it went straight to voicemail. “I’m fucking coming for you, and this time bitch you won’t be able to hide from me!”
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Larissa massaged the back of her neck, waiting to get out of her truck. Tiffany came through for her again. She parked in front of the credit union, and she stared at the employees filing in the side door. The branch was having Equal Employment Opportunity complaints. Larissa was hired to have sessions with the employees, getting down to the root of the problem.
    Larissa tapped her finger on her steering wheel. She wondered why the daycare would call Shane and not Liza? She hoped Grayson was okay. Maybe his mother just forgot to pack his snacks again. Larissa waited for Shane to call her back. She glanced at the VP entering the building, and then she looked into the rearview mirror, fixing the strands of hair around her bun.
    She called Shane, but he didn’t answer. Larissa grabbed her briefcase, and placed her cell into the side pocket. She stepped out of her car, smoothing out her black pants. She sashayed into the credit union.
    “Good morning, Ms. Edwards,” Ben grinned from ear to ear, and walked over to her. He extended his hand, and she shook it. “Will you be conducting one by one interviews or group sessions?”
    “Good morning,” Larissa glanced around the room. “I would like to interview your supervisors one by one. The surveys and accusations I’ve read were mainly complaints on your leadership.”
    “I understand,” Ben sighed. “Our turnovers are over sixty-three percent.”
    “That’s high for such a small branch,” The credit union only had fifteen employees. “Which office will I be using?”
    “Follow me,” Ben led the way down the short hall, and he opened the last door. “Who will you be seeing first?”
    Larissa walked into the small office and placed her things down. “I would like to start with Liza Hall.”
    “She’s not here yet,” he glanced at his watch, “but I’ll send her in as soon as she arrives,” Ben replied.
    “It’s best if they don’t know what I’m here for,” she powered on the office computer. “I’m also recording the sessions.” Larissa made sure she disclosed her recording his employees, getting permission. “Is that okay?”
    He nodded his head, “If you need anything please let me know.”
    “Thank you,” Larissa sat behind the desk, and pulled out her laptop. Ben closed the door behind him. “Bitch, you messed with me, now it’s time for me to mess with you.” She said to herself.
    Larissa could hear Ben talking to a female. “I don’t understand why I have to talk to some stranger, what is this about?”
    “Liza, just do as I tell you,” Ben calmly replied.
    There was a knock on the door.
    “Showtime,” she whispered, staring at the entrance. “Come in.”
    Liza swung the door open with a forced smile on her face, but as soon as she saw Larissa her fake smile faded. “What