Kind of.
He’s a very rich man and clearly likes to get out from behind the desk.Last I heard, he was not doing black ops any longer—that was handed over to other members of his team.
I was still surprised when he showed up with the ring last weekend.
“Shit.I apologize.”I hand him the ring because I am done with it and this entire charade.
“No apology needed.”He takes the diamond and slaps me on the back.“At least not to me.”
I look him in the eye and know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s talking about Emily.She charms everyone around her, and I’m not surprised Josh has warmed to her.Even as a married man.
“She is better without me.You know that.”
“Do I?”He shakes his head and looks at the diamond, then holds it up.“I better get this back.Take care, Sebastian.Drop by if you are in LA soon.”
I nod, shake his hand, and he leaves.
That ring should still be on her finger.
I snap out of it and glance around me.
Khalid is nearby with his entourage probably reeling, but I need to deal with Victor.I should never have ignored my instincts that were yelling at me, but I never believed he’d do this.
Brandon and Victor are waiting for me.
“Follow me.”I stride out of the room with them in tow and find a side room.We are doing this right now.
The door closes, and Victor launches into his defense immediately.“You going to believe that girl over me?I helped you start this company!”
There it is—the belief that he’s owed more than he is.
“You didn’t help me start this company; youworkedfor me whenIstarted it.You did your job and have been compensated accordingly.”I shove my hands onto my hips.
“I did way more than that, and you know it.”Victor shoves at my shoulder, but I barely budge.
I have thirty pounds of muscle on him.
“Jesus, Victor.”Brandon steps between us.“As his lawyer, I’m advising you to move back immediately.”
Victor gives him an icy stare.
“Let him do his best, and we’ll see him in court.Make my day, asshole.If there’s proof in those documents that you sabotaged my development, you’ll spend the rest of your life and the next fucking paying for it.”
“Fuck you, Remington.”
Anger pours through my veins.
I need to get back out there to speak to the sheikh before he leaves.I know it will be a waste of effort.I did lie to him, and nothing can fix that now.
But he deserves an apology.
“Cut off all his access right now.”I tell Brandon, and he pulls out his phone.
“You can’t do that!”Victor yells.
“What part of I own the fucking company don’t you understand?We have evidence of corporate sabotage and tampering with company documents.Until we disprove these claims, you’re suspended.”
“Terri was lying.”He stabs his finger toward the door.“I threatened her job because she fucked up.”
