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#12
Three weeks ago
When a secretary was promoted to being the boss's wife, it typically meant a move from working at the office...to living in the lap of luxury. But for Tahey's first anniversary, however, what she asked for was her very own corner office...and the coolest gadgets and software to help her catch the bad guys.
Tahey's skills lied in forensic accounting, which typically involved combing through spreadsheets until she found that one anomalous transaction used to illegally siphon funds from one account to another.
It was mostly repetitive but ultimately rewarding work except on a few special occasions, such as when her brother-in-law asked for Tahey's help to empty one of the secret Cayman accounts of a former senator.
Tahey waited for Sasha's nod before initiating the transfer, and her brother-in-law allowed several moments to expire before using their system, which was protected by numerous layers of security, to make an anonymous call.
"Who the fuck are you?" Rage had Aaron Bronn's unnaturally shrill voice shaking as he spat out each word, and the sound, broadcasted as it was through the room's speakers, reminded Tahey of a spoiled little boy throwing a tantrum.
"You sound angry, Mr. Bronn."
"You stole twenty-fucking-five-million dollars from my family," Aaron exploded. "You think I'm going to send you a bottle of champagne for that?"
"I told you I was capable of doing it. You were the one who chose not to believe this...hence the demonstration."
"Fuck you, asshole! Fuck—-"
"Do you want me to go after another one of your father's accounts...or are you now ready to make a deal?"
"Just tell me what you want, damn you."
"What I want is simple. All you have to do is forget Sheena Pearson ever existed."
Aaron's knuckles turned white at how tightly he was gripping his phone. "Are you fucking saying all of this is because of that—-"
"I'd advise you to stop there," Sasha warned between clenched teeth, "if you want to see that twenty-five million returned to your father's account."
Aaron couldn't remember feeling this impotent, and since he had already wasted thousands of dollars at trying and failing to find out who this fuckingDevilwas—-
"Do we have an understanding, Mr. Bronn?"
There was only one other person he could focus all of his hatred on, and it was the same person that the Devil wanted him to forget.
"Yes, damn you."
Aaron was about to hang up when he heard the asshole from the other end of the line release a robotic sigh.
"That might've sounded convincing to others, but I'm afraid it's not enough for me."
"I already said yes, dammit—-"
"And you were lying when you said it."
How the hell did this asshole know that?
"If you want to continue living...do not go after her again, Mr. Bronn."
