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She nodded. “Yes. I just know that he was a supervisor on the site.”

“Oh my God,” I repeated, completely shocked and terrified.

This changed everything. This was serious. There was a murder and the company swept it under the rug? I couldn’t believe this.

“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. You were so happy when you got your new job, and I just didn’t want to spoil anything for you. I thought that you wouldn’t be involved in any kind of those shady things, but now you told me someone was following you, and I don’t think that’s a coincidence.”

“I get it, but why would they target me? I didn’t do anything!” I couldn’t prevent my panic from showing in my voice, trembling stronger.

She took my hand into hers and squeezed it gently. “I don’t know, sunshine, but I just want you safe. Maybe you could take a few days off?”

I considered not going back to work, agreeing with Lauren that I should take some time off, but the big meeting was only a day away. We worked so hard for it, and Grant needed me. I couldn’t ruin it by not showing up. And maybe he had nothing to do with it. Maybe I was right all along.

“Ugh!” I growled. The back of my head had started pounding, and I doubted I would be able to sleep this night.

No, there was no way for me to focus on our project tomorrow—not after what I just heard. Besides, there was a real threat out there, and I knew they were after me. It was all the more reason for me not to go back to work tomorrow.

“You’re right,” I told her. “I shouldn’t work tomorrow. I need some time to think.”

“Alright. Now, you can sleep in the guest room. I’ll make up the bed and there’s towels in the closet. You know, if you want, you can stay here tomorrow all day.”

“Thank you, grumpy. This means a lot to me.”

“Don’t mention it.” She hugged me tightly. “Look, I really hope I’m wrong about your boss. I mean, maybe he wasn’t involved in it. I don’t know, but there is definitely something fishy about the company, so I would reconsider working there if I was you.”

“I will think about it.”

“Okay, then. I’ll be right back.”

She got up and went out of the living room, and I took my glass, drinking my wine until the last drop. I would call the company in the morning and tell them that I was sick.

Hopefully, everything would be alright.

17

Grant

I paced back and forth. I fucking hated being nervous. The meeting with the client was finally here. I gave my best to focus on the important points and how I would present our project and company to the client, but all I felt was panic, because Madison skipped work yesterday and she didn’t appear today either. She claimed she was sick, but somehow I wasn’t convinced that was true, and she made me confused as hell.

Why the fuck didn’t she come? Was there a problem? Even worse—did I do something wrong?

I was in the lobby, looking at my watch every few minutes. The clients were about to be here any moment, but Madison still hadn’t shown up.

I began pacing again, cursing myself for feeling this nervous when I was supposed to be calm and ready for the meeting, when I saw Madison entering the building in hurry.

She noticed me and rushed toward me.

Thank fuck.

“Where were you?” I asked her, feeling some of the tension release.

“I’m so sorry, Grant. I-I didn’t really feel well, but I knew I had to show up for the meeting. I apologize for leaving you all alone until now.”

She looked sincerely sorry, and I let a shaky breath out, relieved that she was here. It didn’t matter that she skipped work yesterday or almost missed this meeting. All that mattered was that she was here.

Something warm filled my chest and I wanted to hug her right here, but I had to hold it in.

The clients came soon after, and we took them out to one of the fancy restaurants I visited whenever I made some important business deals. It was a part of a famous hotel, and I considered it my lucky place, because I always managed to close the deals here.

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