Page 122 of The Boss

My sister is one of the only people outside of Juliet who can put me in my place. She’s put up with a lot of bullshit when it comes to me. From pushing her arranged marriage to hiding details about her husband’s kidnapping.

“Mateo told me the basics, but that guy was the one who was messaging Juliet?” she asks.

“One of them,” I reply.

“One of them?”

“We think there was a second one that was messaging her that worked with Lorenzo.”

“Are you going to call Anthony?” She asks.

“No, Drew will figure it out.”

“Good,” she says with a nod. “Now moving on to another topic: Juliet told me the company name you’re thinking of, and I have thoughts,” she says with a smile.

Of course she does.

“Alright, let me have it,” I say.

“Esposito Enterprises? Really? Do you love yourself so much that you’ll name the company you and all your friends are going to run after yourself?” She asks.

“What do you suggest we name it?”

“Anything else, please. I don’t know; how about something related to the school you all met at? ”she says.

“Might need to put it to a vote with everyone else,” I reply.

“You already got the name on stuff, already, huh?”

“What do you think?” I reply, raising a brow. “But it can change if needed.”

“Gino, all I’m saying is you don’t need to have your name on there. You always make it your responsibility to run things when sometimes it doesn’t need to be,” she tells me in her sisterly tone.

“I know.”

FORTY-NINE

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“What am I looking at?” I ask Drew, who’s sitting across from me at my desk.

“Cell phone data. I’m still not fully on board with Juliet's theory that this was two people. But I’m indulging her,” he replies.

I give him a flat look. We both know that it’s two people, especially after John’s confession.

“If you don’t believe it, why did you look into this?”

“Because she asked and I don’t want to get on her bad side.”

“None of us do.” I lean forward and lean against the desk. “Explain what this is because these just look like lines of numbers to me.”

“Well, they are lines of numbers. But they all mean things. I asked Juliet to let me get into her phone and see if I can find anything on her end.” He pauses. “Don’t worry, I didn’t look at anything you sent her.”

I give him a flat look, and Mateo snorts from the couch.

“This line here—” he points to a line in the middle of the page, “—is from a burner that texted Juliet in August. It was bought from a gas station upstate. But this was where he made a mistake. It was bought with a credit card. That credit card was also used in the purchase of a long-term stay hotel.”

“Holy shit, Drew, how did you get this?” Ryan asks behind him.