Ethan’s expression has gone cold and calculating.“We need more than circumstantial evidence, but this changes everything.”
“I’ve spent this last week having HR and IT pour over everything,” I say.“His emails, browsing history, phone records, lunch receipts.There’s nothing to indicate he’s the mole.”
I’ve been over his emails with IT three times now.Nothing.Not even a suspicious attachment or a forwarded message to the wrong person.His browsing history is boring as hell—marketing blogs, industry reports, the occasional cat video.But now I’m wondering if he’s just better at covering his tracks than I gave him credit for.
Ethan nods grimly.“I’m having a PI dig into his background.Deep dive.If there’s anything to find, we’ll find it.”
“What about what Eve saw?”Jake asks.“The car that was parked outside?”
Ethan’s expression darkens.“I had security check it out.The spot where that car was parked?It’s a blind spot for our building’s cameras.Even the building across the street doesn’t have coverage of that area.”
“Convenient,” I mutter.
“Very,” Ethan agrees.“Whoever was in that car knew exactly where to position themselves to avoid our surveillance but still had a clear view of our building.”
Jake leans forward.“So we’re definitely dealing with someone who’s done their homework.”
“Which brings me to my next question,” Ethan says, his amber eyes fixed on me.“How much do you trust Eve?”
The question catches me off guard.“What do you mean?”
“I mean exactly what I said.How much do you trust her?”
“I’d trust her with my life.”The words come out before I can stop them, and I’m surprised to realize I actually mean it.Completely.When did that happen?
Ethan studies me for a moment, his expression unreadable.“Good.Because we need to consider all possibilities here.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”I ask, not liking his tone.
“I’m just saying that if there’s a mole in Marketing, we can’t rule anyone out completely.”
“You think Eve is involved?”I ask sharply.
“I think,” Ethan says carefully, “that we need to be thorough.That’s all.”
“Eve’s not the mole, Ethan.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I know her.”The words come out fierce, protective.“She’s not capable of this kind of betrayal.”
Ethan holds up a hand.“Alright.I believe you.”He pauses, then his expression shifts.“Speaking of which, Megan is pretty angry with you two.And Nick, for some reason.”
Both Jake and I exchange a look.Here we go.
“She’s giving me the silent treatment,” I say.“So I know she’s pissed.”
“What did you do?”Ethan asks, his amber eyes narrowing.
“We didn’t do anything.To her,” Jake says.
When Ethan just stares at him, he adds, “We might have talked some sense into her boyfriend for cheating on her.”
Ethan goes very, very still.The temperature in the room seems to drop ten degrees.When he speaks, his voice is quiet but furious.“Her boyfriend was cheating on her?”Ethan may pretend to be cool and calculated, but he’s very protective of Megan.We all are.
“Look,” I say quickly, “she wanted to handle it, but her way would have ended in violence whereas we were tactful.”
Ethan’s tone drips with sarcasm.“I know very well how ‘tactful’ you lot are.You should have talked to me before doing anything.Now she’s on the warpath.And how did you drag Nick into it?”
