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You need to ask her for help.
I let out a frustrated sigh because I know he’s right, even if I don’t want to. I can’t trust anyone on my team to do the research, and her team proved they could bypass our system even though it was supposed to be impossible. Taking my phone in my hand, I call Shaan.
“Boss?” The music behind him is loud, with people singing around him.
“Shaan. I need you to bring Miss Reed to my office,” I say, looking through my glass window. She is still here, and she’s only had one glass of wine since she got here. Aye, I’m keeping an eye on her like the obsessive and possessive man that I am. I hear him shout something to someone in the background.
“Got it, boss.”
As he walks towards her, I observe his lips moving as he leans closer to her ear for her to hear what he is saying. Frowning, she shakes her head, showing her disagreement with what he said. I had a feeling she would do that based on what happened earlier. Just as I’m about to reach for my phone to call him again, Shaan’s name flashes on my screen with an incoming call.
“Sorry, boss, but she’s refusing to come.”
My mind races as I try to devise a solution that would bring her to me. Taking a minute to think, I tell Shaan.
“Tell her it’s about Scott.” Although I hear nothing on the other line, I can see him mimicking my words. With a worried expression, she stands up from her stool hastily.
I wait patiently for a few minutes before a loud knock interrupts the silence.
“Boss?” Shaan’s muffled voice comes from the other side of the closed door.
“Enter.” I’m waiting for her to come in, eagerly anticipating her reaction when she sees me standing here. It does not disappoint.
“Is this a joke?” she asks while Shaan takes that as his cue to leave, closing the door behind him.
“I’m afraid not. But I didn’t ask you to come up here to fight,” I say as I try to temper the situation. Right now, she is like a startled kitten ready to bolt.
“So, you lied. Typical.” She speaks the words before turning her back to leave.
“Wait.” With a wave of my hand, I motion towards the empty seat in front of me. I pause, taking a deep breath before uttering my next words. “I need your help.” Her brows furrow as she looks at me, trying to make sense of what I am asking.
“My help?” she replies, shaking her head in disbelief. And she’s right to question me. While in the military, I was also involved in the legal operations of my father’s business, and whenever she asked about my day, I would evade the question. I never once asked her for help.
“Aye, your help. Before you leave, can you give me a moment to explain the situation?” I gesture once again towards the empty seat. “Sit. Please.” She nods in agreement and takes a seat facing the other direction. “I received some concerning news that suggested a mole might have infiltrated my team.” I study her body language, searching for any clues to her thoughts or feelings.
“And what help would you need from me? I don’t see how I can help you with that.”
Sighing, I make my way towards the mini bar, the scent of my favourite whisky already filling my senses. I pour myself a glass, and the sound of the liquid splashing into the glass fills the room. Without asking, I pour one for her, too. A quick nod of acknowledgement is all she gives.
I continue. “You easily hacked into our video system with no trouble. It is apparent that I cannot ask my team to do the search because of the situation, which is why I need your help figuring out who is trying to fuck me over.”
“And why would anyone want to fuck you over?” She leans in, her eyes curious as she waits for me to provide more details. I sip my drink and then carefully choose which part of the truth to share with her.
“Some people want me dead. Some people want to take over my business,” I blurt out.
“Like the drugs and weapons found in your club? Was it this one, by the way?” I shake my head.
“No, it was at Neox. But aye. Like the drugs and weapons. It was a setup.” I look at her. “I wouldn’t ask you if I thought I had another choice. I know we have our past, but I don’t trust anyone but you with this.”
Telling her what happened years ago would probably help my case, but I need to buy myself time before she decides to cut my balls and feed them to the lions. I walk around my desk and sit on the edge, waiting for her to decide if she is willing to help me or not.
“And what would I gain in return?” Her eyes bore into mine as she savours the last drop of her whisky.
“Name your price, and I’ll happily agree to it.” I know exactly what she’s going to ask before she even speaks.
“So if I ask you to stop threatening every guy that comes to speak or flirt with me, you’ll agree?” Her grin says she knows I won’t agree to that, even in a million years.
“Sorry, Tink, but I won’t lie. That’s just unrealistic. You’ll have to come up with something else.” Now, it’s my turn to grin.
