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"Well, I am plum out of fight right now, Lance.I am exhausted, trying to hold everything and myself together.So I need some help."
"I told you, I can go to my family.I?—"
"No, when I said help, I didn't meanyoufalling on a fucking sword.Only one of us gets to do that, and I have already fallen.When I say I need help, I need you to assist me in making this transition as smooth for my people as possible.You running in to rescue me doesn't save Morgan."
He sighed at that.“Fuck.You really are between a rock and a hard place.”
He had no idea.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to think of just how hard Atticus was last night."I have come to terms with it.So, right now, I just need your support, Lance."
"You have it, always, Gwen.And I’ll get with Morgan about your engagement party."
"I appreciate that, but there's a party planner,” I said.“Neither one of you has to do it."
"But as your man of honor, presumptuous, I know, but?—"
I shook my head."You really think Atticus Price is going to let you be the man of honor?"
Lance tipped up his chin."I'd love to see him try to stop me."
I could see it, Lance and Atticus were going to be a problem.Because there was absolutely, positively no way Atticus was going to let another man stand up next to me at our wedding.
Over his dead body.
Or mine.
Chapter15
Atticus
"You're here early."
I scowled when I found my brother and Pierce in my office going through our financial report."Well, what the fuck are you two doing in here?"
Pierce just shrugged."Micah said you had a better display board."
He was right.I did have a better display board.For reasons I couldn't quite fathom, Micah hadn't wanted a massive corner office.He'd kept his smaller one.It didn't matter how much I tried to force him into taking one of the executive offices, he still didn't want it.
"Okay, what are we looking at?"
Micah rolled his shoulders."I'm looking at the due diligence from Becks.Something is not adding up."
I ran my hand through my hair."We vetted them.So what's the problem?"
Pierce just shrugged, somehow managing to balance his chair just so without tipping over one way or the other.He was a graceful motherfucker, and he was annoying.He moved with the stealth of the training he'd no doubt had in Special Forces."It's not so much the bottom line.R&D divisions are always a money pit.That's not even my main issue.My issue and why I'm here is the security aspect of it.See that client list?Sixteen clients.All having purchased, or so we think, specific access levels to this new software.A new push and release are expected in the next month.So on paper, R&D should be flush with cash, but it's not.Where is that money going?"
I frowned as I looked at the balances."Okay, do we have any other companies for comparison?"
Micah held up a folder."Check your iPad.I'm having a sneaky look at their books, but none of it makes sense."
"Why do you always come to my office when you want to hack something?"
"What?”he asked innocently.“You said I couldn't hack the NSA anymore, but you didn't say I couldn't hack at all."
I slid my gaze to Pierce."You're not going to say anything?"
"No.If I can’t ask you about your afternoon delight, I'm not going to ask him about his hacking activities.I like my bank accounts the way they look."
I rolled my eyes."Both of you are assholes."
