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I sighed. “Because I’m not seeing how sponsoring a circus could advance my career or my business.”
Katrin looked at Crimson. “You own a circus?”
“My family and I do,” she answered. “Thank you for your time, sir.”
Sir.
I wanted her to call me that when she was down on her knees in front of me with my cock shoved down her throat.
I gritted my teeth and allowed her to not only walk away but leave completely.
The elevator dinged, proving her departure, and I looked at my family expectantly. “Is there a reason you’re here?”
I wasn’t trying to be rude, but they knew that I worked my ass off, and I was only in the office for brief stints. When I was here, I had things to do. Like going over a spreadsheet that could possibly show me which jerk off thought stealing from my business was a good idea.
“We’re here to invite you to a gallery showing,” Mom said. “And to see if you wanted to grab dinner.”
I looked at my watch.
Damn, it was already well past six in the evening.
I hadn’t eaten a single thing all day.
Their expectant looks, even my father’s, had me capitulating despite having more things to do before I should go. “Fine. But I have to be quick. I have a lot of stuff to do before I catch my flight to Istanbul tomorrow morning.”
Katrin clapped her hands in front of her like a delighted seal. “Yes!”
I followed them out of the building, and it never occurred to me to check to make sure that the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about had left until I got the first text.
And I didn’t turn the damn cameras back on, to boot. Which fuckin’ sucked because Jareth had left for the night, and my freakin’ app that allowed me to turn them back on remotely was no longer working.
Which, I might add, I had a feeling that infuriating woman played a part in.
CHAPTER 12
What a week this day has been.
-Text from Crimson to Winston
CRIMSON
He’d left.
I rubbed my hands together excitedly, happy to have the entire floor to myself for my snooping pleasure.
The first thing I did was give it a good ten minutes in the stairwell before I’d gone back inside.
I couldn’t believe my stroke of luck.
He thought I’d left.
Obtuse of him to believe…or was that naïve?
Whatever it was, luck was in my favor.
I watched him through the stairwell window as he talked with his family, his hands on his hips in a frustrated kind of way.
He threw up his hands, the sister jumped and clapped hers, and two minutes later they were walking onto the elevator.
I gave it five more minutes before I went back inside his office.
Completely alone.
And was that the sound of excitement I could hear?
Laughing to myself, I did a lap around his office, not touching, but noting all the things I wanted to come back to.
I waited for security to come and kick me out, and when that didn’t happen, the first thing I did was go back for another handful of chocolate and a bottle of water from his very well stocked mini bar.
Hell, it might as well be a small kitchen.
He even had premade meals in there.
Going through the top ones that were labeled, I settled on a macaroni, chicken, and bacon one, popped it into the microwave that was built into the cabinetry underneath the counter—and wow, it was fancy—before starting another trek around the room.
I stopped at the Dallas skyline that I could just barely make out through the opaqueness.
I ran my fingernail over the glass, wondering vaguely if it was a paint or something before realizing it was inside two panes of glass when my fingernail came back clear.
I walked around, wondering where the controls were to make it clear, and found a switch that was mounted to the side of Winston’s desk.
I pressed it, and the fan on the ceiling turned on.
“Okay,” I said to myself. “So that’s a fan switch. It’s gotta be here…ahhh, there it is.”
I pressed the next button I found and the glass went from opaque to crystalline clear in a half a heartbeat.
I gasped.
This late at night, all the lights in the area were lit.
Huge swaths of red, green, blue, and normal colored light poured into the space.
“Wow,” I breathed. “This is incredible.”
I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Folsom.
Me: I need Winston’s number.
An airdropped contact appeared on my phone seconds later.
Me: Thanks. I’m assuming it came from his locked computer? Can you unlock it for me?
Folsom: Give me five. Kobe says I’m ignoring him and his attempt to make a plan for tomorrow. Once I set him straight, I’ll try to get it for you.
The microwave dinged, and I walked over to it with anticipation buzzing through my veins.
I hadn’t been hungry until I saw what was written on the package but now…
