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A third person enters the room. I know it’s not Jack. He’s told me he can’t interfere, and after what he thinks I’ve done, I don’t think he would, even if he could.
As Logan walks into my line of sight, I know all formalities are gone.
I’m being treated as a traitor.
My mind slowly catches up to the situation, but something doesn’t fit.
I screwed myself when I took the phone, but they have to know I didn’t do anything with it. An easy scan from a low-level computer team can see that. So why the hostility? This is excessive.
“Your friend almost had me convinced your intentions with your boyfriend, Zane, might be in line with ours.” My breath hitches at Logan’s insinuation as he turns to look me in the eye.
His demeanor has changed.
He isn’t just asking questions. He’s painting his own picture of me. I’ve become his prey, and he’s going to tear me apart if I don’t diffuse the situation.
“I wasn’t going to use it. I panicked when I saw it, then I forgot I had it. I would have returned it in the morning. I was just so tired.”
My answer doesn’t placate him. “You expect me to believe that after you fucked my business partner and stole his phone, you were just going to give it back? All while our servers are currently being hacked?” He makes no effort to mask his disdain as he bites out the accusation.
The other men in the room stay silent.
I’m catching up to his words when I realize what he’s implying.
“What?”
I didn’t use the phone.
I didn’t access anything.
Then it hits me.
“Maxwell.” It was just a whisper, and before I register that I’ve said his name out loud, Logan sees red and goes straight for my bared jugular like any predator would.
“Now, Jay, you’re going to tell me exactly how you got into the servers so we can shut this down, and then I’ll deal with you later.”
“It wasn’t me.” My mind races with possibilities, and I speak as I process. A strong hunch bursts to the surface. “I think…”
I stop myself.
This isn’t the time or place for my accusations.
If it wasn’t me—and I know for absolute fact it wasn’t Zane—then there is someone else here who opened access for Maxwell’s pathetic little hacking team.
Someone here, and probably someone close to Logan and Jack.
They have a traitor among them.
Judging by the look in Logan’s eyes, he isn’t going to believe me, and neither will Jack right now.
In their eyes, I’ve done nothing but lie and keep secrets from them since they found us.
“You think what?” He challenges me to speak, to answer his question, but I don’t, so he continues, “You know what I think? I think we aren’t going to get anywhere treating you as…nicelyas we have. I think you’re going to start talking, and you are going to tell me everything. And I think you are going to do it on your own, or I’m going to tie you to this fucking table and beat it out of you.” His anger flares.
There is no leniency in his tone. This is going to happen.
I see the two-way mirror on the wall. I know Jack is watching everything.
In my exhaustion, a flicker of a memory floats into my thoughts. I try to push it back, but it’s too much. A hot tear falls down my cheek, and I take a deep breath.
