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“We hired a few accountants to look into your agency. A few little red flags popped up for me over the years, but I never had time to really look into them. The numbers you liked to brag to me about, the deals your clients had, their publicly listed earnings. There were some discrepancies. But once you took Tia and Trevor off my hands, I had enough time to really look into it.”
Trish’s face was getting progressively redder by the minute.
“I wonder what your athletes would say if they knew you’ve been embezzling money from them? If they knew you are skimming percentages off their earnings in every single way you possibly can?”
“Who did you talk to?” Trish demanded.
Damon laughed. “Nobody, yet. We wanted you to know what we know—to know we have all the proof we need to bring your shit-caked empire down brick by brick. And when we feel like it, that’s exactly what we’ll do.”
“You’re wrong,” Trish said. She waved her finger between us—even at Luna, who pretended she was trying to bite at it. “You’re so wrong.”
With that, she stormed off as she jabbed her long nails at her phone screen.
“What do you think she’ll do?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” Damon said. “But I think she bought it.”
“What did she buy?” Luna asked.
“We played a little bit of a trick on her. But she was a mean woman, and sometimes mean people need to learn lessons.”
Luna nodded wisely. “Jimmy at Pre-K bites people. We should get a tiger to bite him.”
“Uh, not exactly like that,” I said.
The truth was, Damon and I had investigated Trish like we said. Except our digging hadn’t turned up any hard evidence. All we had were clues and hints, but nothing concrete enough to do anything with. We ultimately decided to bluff and see if we could force her to panic. Our accountants were watching every angle they could of her finances, and the way she reacted to our accusation might end up bringing the truth to light.
Whatever happened, it had been almost entirely worth it to see the look of pure fear in her eyes.
“No,” Luna said quietly. “A hippo.” She whispered the word like it held some sort of mystical power. “Jimmy needs to get bit by a hippo.”
If the hippo was willing to bite Trish while he was at it—maybe Tia and Trevor, too—I’d personally go pay him for his services.39DamonLuna was riding the pink scooter I’d bought her around my apartment. In just a few days, she’d mastered all sorts of dangerous maneuvers that had Chelsea constantly reminding her to be careful. At the moment, she seemed to be trying to learn to drift around the corner from the dining room to the library.
My laptop screen was open to a story about Trish Jameson and the fallout when her embezzling scheme was uncovered.
“Read it again,” Chelsea said. She leaned back in her chair to sip her morning coffee with a wide smile. “Just one more time, please.”
I smirked, then cleared my throat. There was an image of Trish shielding her eyes as she hurried out of her former offices while being swarmed by reporters at the top of the article. “Trish Jameson, a leading agent in the world of professional sports, was charged with felony embezzlement this week as evidence of her wrongdoings mounted. Jameson’s clients have fled the agency in droves, including big names and recent signees Tia Klein and Trevor Castle.
“Details are still to come, but for now, it appears that Trish Jameson’s time as one of the top agents in the country are certainly over. In the coming months, we’ll know if her actions will land her a lengthy prison sentence, fines, or both.”
The article continued to go into detail about some of the allegations, but the part Chelsea wanted was the top.
“It feels so good,” she said. “Am I a bitch for relishing in the idea of her getting her ass handed to her?”
“No,” I said. “You also wouldn’t be a bitch if you were happy to learn that Tia and Trevor are having trouble finding an agent after those anonymous stories about sexual harassment leaked.”
Chelsea grinned into her cup. “I still have no idea how those got out.”It had been over a month since Chelsea came to work for me at Rose Athletics. The weather was turning crisp more often, and Luna’s giggles and growls were starting to become part of the soundtrack of my evenings and mornings.
It felt different, and it felt good.
So fucking good.
It was late and Chelsea had joined me on the balcony of my apartment for a glass of wine. She wore a thin floral print dress that, like everything else she ever put on, seemed too sexy to be fair. I hooked my hand around her waist when she got up to look over the balcony and pulled her into my lap.
