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“There are only two fucking people with that photo!” I viciously point at it prior to roaring, “Turn that shit off!”
My best friend darkens his tablet, tosses it on the nearby couch, and surrenders his hands in compliance.
“Cyber investigated and concluded there was no hack. The photo was…” Park pauses to collect a breath of courage, “sent to a media outlet from a device in our network. And upon further…examination, the email appears to have come from Miss Brynley Winters’s account.”
“No,” leaves J.T. before it can me.
“There’s no fucking way, she’d do that,” I instantly spew.
“Why would she?!” he explodes yet again. “What fucking motive would she have to post that picture? To fucking betray Wes like that?!”
“A quarter of a million dollars in total was transferred to a money app account connected to Miss Winters’s name.”
At that, any air I had managed to regain is mercilessly robbed a second time.
“And upon having a brief conversation with…someone in our department who…handles looking into a person’s finances, I can inform you that Miss Winters is in a significant amount of debt.” Park holds his head high despite the increasing amount of pressure he’s receiving. “It is a reasonable motive and conclusion to come to when considering the photo was sent from a computer on the property as well as from her personal email account. If she is indeed one of only two people who possess that photo, sir, then logic leaves us no choice, but to label her as the one who sent it.”
“She just…” my best friend shakes his head in exasperation. “There’s just…” It continues as disgust starts to take root in the pit of my stomach. “It’s not…”
Unparalleled ire drips through my veins pushing me to stand.
Slowly.
To breathe even slower.
I lock eyes with Park and ask, “Where is she?”
“Wes,” barely manages to escape J.T.’s lips before my cell begins vibrating again. Whatever it is he was initially going to say is swiftly swapped for something else. “Maybe you should take a pause?” He innocently gestures to the noisy machine. “Maybe answer th-”
Picking up and throwing the phone clear across the room where it smashes into the wall is instantaneously followed by a low, belligerent growling, “Where. Is. She?”
“Lauren’s room,” Park professional states. “She arrived home six minutes ago.”
“Tell Hill not to let her leave.”
“Yes, sir,” mumbles the head of security as I storm past him with my second in command on my heels.
How the fuck could she do this to me?!
How the fuck could I not see this was her plan all along?!
How did I let myself be so fucking blind?
So goddamn stupid?!
I have spent my entire life being trained to spot the lies, the manipulation, the shameless selling, yet I somehow missed it. I somehow let my dick the do the thinking it had no business doing.
Making decisions that are going to cost me millions to bury.
Millions to not be buried.
How many shareholders are going to want to continue their relationship with someone who looks like me?
How many people are going to trust our product when the face behind it is as grotesque as mine?
How tarnished is my family name now?
Their legacy?
