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I drop an arm across the back of the couch, smoothing my other hand down my tie as I murmur, “Cameron.”
“Whoa, what? Seriously?” Brandon asks, clearly shocked.
“No, not really. Fuck I don’t know, Brandon. He knows about Zoey and me though, and whoever did this to her clearly knows about us and our movements too. It just…fuck, I don’t know.”
Brandon sits back on the couch, crossing his leg so his ankle is resting on his knee. “I mean we’ve known the guy for years,” he starts, as though he’s verbally working his way through the reasons why I could be wrong.
“I know.”
“And he’s loyal to a fault, even when we dissolved the company, he still stayed with us. Well, he stayed with you, but you know what I mean.”
“I know,” I say again, getting all of this. “But the phone call I got that night which delayed me meeting Zoey, it came to my private line. After Cameron had left,” I add, as though to emphasize the point.
“Yeah, okay, that’s not right,” Brandon says, exhaling.
I give him a tight smile, raising a brow as I add, “And the call was bogus too. Fake journalist, disconnected number.”
“Are you fucking serious?” he whisper-shouts, his crossed leg dropping to the floor.
“Yep,” I say.
“Jesus,” he says. “What are you going to do?”
I shrug, frustrated as I reply, “Nothing, there’s nothing I can do. The police are looking into things, so I have to trust they find out the truth. All while I act like nothing is wrong.”
“Fucking hell,” Brandon mutters as a knock sounds at the door.
“Yeah?” I call, standing from the couch.
Cameron opens the door, poking his head in as he offers me a small smile. “Mr. Morrison, sorry to interrupt, but there’s a Casey Kitterman here to see you. She doesn’t have an appointment, but she says it’s important.”
I button up my jacket as I walk toward the door, not giving a shit that she doesn’t have an appointment, because I would very much like to talk to this employee of mine who’s been talking shit about my girl.
“That’s fine, send her in,” I say, glancing back at Brandon. “You mind hanging around?” I ask, knowing I want a witness to whatever this is going to be about.
“Sure thing,” he says, settling back into the couch.
Casey walks in and she looks nervous, apparently not even noticing my best friend sitting on the couch as she looks right at me before dropping her gaze to the floor.
“Casey, what can I do for you?” I ask, moving back toward my desk. I don’t bother sitting down, just lean back against it, my arms crossed in front of me as I wait for whatever it is she’s come here to say.
“I, um…I’d…I’d like to make a formal complaint,” she stutters.
I keep my eyes on her, even though she’s still looking at the floor. “Oh, what about?”
She sucks in a deep breath, letting it out slowly before she finally lifts her head, her gaze meeting mine. “About Zoey Holden.”
My jaw clenches, my hands curling into fists, even tucked into my elbows. “What about Zoey Holden?” I ask.
Casey blinks rapidly, her gaze dropping momentarily before she looks back at me. She doesn’t just look nervous anymore, she looks terrified, like whatever bravado fueled this visit to my office has now gone.
“She’s trying to stop my career, stop me from advancing here,” she eventually blurts out as she throws her arms up in frustration.
I tilt my head to the side, watching her. “In what way?”
Casey exhales, a harsh sigh falling from her mouth as she takes another deep breath and somehow finds her courage. “She wouldn’t recommend me for a new position I wanted to apply for, and for no good reason either. I’ve worked hard, done everything she’s asked me to do and now she won’t even help me get something better, something…”
She trails off, apparently noticing the complete disdain that’s now on my face as I listen to her. I watch her for a moment, the silence that descends over my office practically deafening as I contemplate exactly what I’m going to say in response to this bullshit.
