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“I’m calling him again,” I said, pulling out my phone.
Ferro answered on the third ring. “What?”
“You haven’t touched her, have you?” I asked, feigning the same damn nonchalant tone. “Because I don’t really want to get damaged goods.”
“Nah, she’s still untouched for now,” Ferro responded.
Thank God.But I needed to keep him distracted. “Good. Listen, I can only do five hundred thousand for now.”
“Are you trying to play games with me? You think I don’t know how much money you have lying around in the bank?”
“Of course you do,” I said. “I know you probably know everything about me, considering how long you’ve been fucking following me around. I’m sure you planned this all along. But at the same time, you know I’m not a man who is just going to pull a million out from the bank with no proof of life, right?”
“Fine. Here’s your damn proof of life.” A sudden scream has rage and fury flying through me, and I have to clench every single musclein my body to keep from reacting.
“Okay then,” I said when I could finally speak again without shouting and cursing the bastard to hell. “A million dollars it is. Where do I meet you?”
“That sounds more like it,” Ferro said with a chuckle. “I’ll send you the address in a second.”
“Don’t do it. Chris,” I heard Emily cry out. “It’s a trap—”
“Emily!” Panic exploded out of me immediately. “Don’t fucking do anything, baby!”
But the line went dead in my ear.
“Fuck!” I threw my phone in frustration. Anxiety stabbed at my chest until realization hit me.
“It’s Tuesday,” I said, glancing said Chris.
“Yeah, so?” He looked confused.
I didn’t ask or say anything else. And I heard him calling me back as I stormed out and got into the car.
He was right behind me, his face pressing up against the window.
“Don’t do anything rash,” he warned as he peered at me through the window.
I glanced back at him and shook my head before winding the window down.
“Give me a phone. Your second one. The burner,” I ordered impatiently.
He frowned, looking baffled, but he reached into his pocket, pulled it out, and handed it to me.
“Thanks,” I said before speeding off into the figurative sunset.
I strutted into the Revit Renewables meeting room fifteen minutes later with a guard and harried secretary at my back.
But I shut the door in their faces, happy they’d left the key in the lock. I turned it.
Then, I turned to face the six-odd people in the room.
They stared back at me.
“What is the meaning of this?” Arthur demanded, his voice all boom and bluster.
I took a minute to survey every one of them. I knew their names, but their faces were different in real life. I stared into their eyes, drawing assertions from their expressions. One woman looked away from my gaze while another man looked very shifty in his seat.
But the one at the head of the table, Arthur, met my gaze unflinchingly. Chin up. And unapologetic.
