Being the reporter I was, as well as hating being ordered around, I emailed my confirmation, only for it to bounce immediately. As if it had never existed.
Out beyond Clarity’s coastal waters, there was a project to restore the coral reefs that had once been full of life. But fishing, industry, and humans in general had caused them to fade and die.
The project had been going since Ocean, Isolde, and I were in college. But the thread Tracy was pulling at was that several companies were actually using the project as a way to mask the pollutants they were dumping in the water.
Her notes said one of the big ways that the reefs were built—repurposing old cars which the reefs could take over—was the culprit. There was far less oversight in the project than I’d thought, looking at this, and it seemed that cars which were slated to build the reefs were used as a mask for companies who wanted to skirt the environmental agreements they’d made. But it didn’t sayhow.
If it was true? No wonder she was keeping it quiet while she worked on it. Some of these companies were no joke. It had been national news when the environmental restrictions were put in place. Even bigger news when the largest consortium of corporations and polluters had agreed to it without much struggle.
Public opinion had been against them, and there was nothing like the threat of falling stock prices and market share to terrify companies into compliance.
Or so we’d thought. It certainly looked like there was more to the story. Yet all the surface level research I’d done so far was squeaky clean. Probably too clean.
I would find out more about it tonight when I met with the source.Of course, I had other things to do, but it was going to be a struggle to focus on them when all I wanted to do was go to the beach and wait. Nothing else seemed as important.
Still, I tried to work on the mountain of other tasks on my plate, even if my eyes kept straying to the clock and making it goslower.
My phone buzzed with a text from Isolde.
Isolde
Did you decide?
I blinked, trying to find what the hell she was talking about in the empty echo chamber that was currently my brain. And… nothing.
Trinity
About?
Isolde
About the Alphas you were drooling over on Friday?
Right.
I was alone in my office, but my cheeks still turned hot.
Sometimes I misplaced things in my mind if they weren’t in front of me, including people. It was annoying.
Trinity
Honestly, I got caught up in a story and kind of forgot.
Isolde
You forgot about them??
Trinity
No, of course not. But you know how I get when I’m in focus mode. Nothing else exists, even super hot dom Alphas.
My phone rang with her name. I put it on speaker. “Hello?”
“Okay, but you’re thinking about themnow, right?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
