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“We have to discuss a plan for going forward.”
“Call me.” There was no reason they had to meet face-to-face.
While her mobile phone was still locked in his safe, he could call the phone in her hotel room, or her work phone. Hopefully, her cell phone would be cleared and returned to her soon regardless.
By security.
She wasn’t sure when she’d be ready to see any of the brothers face-to-face again, but tomorrow would not be it.
CHAPTER SIX
THENEXTMORNING, Jenna got into her office two hours before anyone else was expected.
She put her things away in her office and then stood staring around, wondering if there were bugs in here too. Refusing to worry about it, she went back out into the main area and began searching her assistant Skylar’s cubicle.
When Jenna found extra copies of a photo shoot, she didn’t immediately excuse it as explainable as she once would have. How easy had it been for Skylar to pilfer information and pass it on for profit?
Jenna wasn’t the only one on staff who assumed the best about people, particularly those working for them. An attitude of trust and empowerment was built into the magazine’s employment culture.
The knowledge that that had been tainted and taken advantage of made Jenna really angry. Not all media companies valued those things, and she’d always been proud to work for one that did.
With renewed determination, she continued her search. Even with righteous anger fueling her, she was unable to dismiss the similarities in her own behavior to Dima’s.
Jenna had convinced herself that Skylar was responsible based on circumstantial evidence. However, they werenotfriends, and she had a lot less reason to trust the other woman than the Merikovs had to trust Jenna.
Not finding anything else suspicious in the cubicle, she went to her own office and started looking for bugs. She didn’t think she’d recognize anything for what it was, but shewouldknow what wasn’t supposed to be there.
She searched her desk, her cabinets, behind the blinds on her coveted window, and bile rose in her stomach when she found a tiny black piece of technology attached to the inside of the shade on the standing lamp beside her desk.
She stared down at the small plastic disc in her hand.
Wasn’t this all just a little over-the-top?
Okay. Corporate espionage was a thing. She knew that.
And sure, someone could get paid for the information on the Mirrusian royal family, but was it worth all this?
How many devices could there be?
She grabbed her phone and dialed Dima.
“Jenna. Have you had breakfast?” he asked, like everything was normal between them.
“What is it with you and feeding me?” She sighed. “Never mind. Can you have one of your security people come to my office? I found something.”
“You are in the office already?”
“Not the issue here.”
She was pretty sure he swore in Russian. “I did not expect you to leave the hotel.”
“Hmm.” She made a noncommittal sound because really? Why hadn’t he?
“I thought you would sleep on it and realize that I had your best interests in mind. We should have had breakfast together and then discussed how best to approach what we discovered last night.”
“Do you make it a habit of making plans without input from the people they include?”
“I thought we established last night that I do.”
