I sneer. “I opened the door to find MC spread out naked on my desk with Brock sitting on my chair, eating her out.”
“What did you do?”
“For a long moment, I stood there as my brain tried to compute what I was witnessing. Since her eyes were closed, MC was unaware I had caught her red-handed.”
“Unbelievable,” Michaela says.
“By the time Brock made her come, she was calling out all the saints up above. When Brock stood up—buck naked, unsheathed cock on alert—he froze in shock when he caught me standing there, staring right at him.”
“He must have been freaked out.”
“He was as white as a ghost and his rock-hard cock turned limp. MC must’ve sensed my presence because she opened hereyes. She panicked so much, she rolled off my desk when she saw me.”
“How did they react to being caught?”
“They went into this pathetic song and dance of,it’s not what it looks like, but I didn’t have two shits to give.”
“You caught them naked, and you heard Marie-Clémence begging Brock to make her come. That’s pretty black and white.”
“Exactly. I called security to have them escorted out of the building. I revoked Brock’s security card and made sure every security guard knew he was persona non grata. I was livid.”
“It’s understandable you were angry with them. They betrayed you.”
“They were doing a lot more than sleeping together. They were conspiring against our company.”
Her eyebrows hit her forehead.
“What do you mean?”
“I was pleasantly surprised by MC’s interest in what I did and how I was adapting to my new responsibilities. It’s such a departure from her profession, but she was full of questions every time we were together, and she seemed to soak up every detail.”
“She was playing you?”
“Like Brock was.”
“How did you find out?”
“I couldn’t prove it then and I still can’t now, but I’m certain Brock was feeding information to Ripley Madigan. I may not have proof, but I’m certain Marie-Clémence was feeding Brock intel.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I made the mistake of allowing her to hang out at my place when I had to leave early for the office. Sometimes she’d come by the office and I’d hand her the key to my old penthouse when I was caught up in a meeting or on a conference call. It was casual,but I felt comfortable with her. I always brought files home. Left home alone, she was able to snoop to her heart’s content.”
“Why do you say you couldn’t prove it? It sounds like you could.”
“When I called my father and brothers to tell them I found my assistant fucking the woman I was seeing, Dad was puzzled I’d found them in my office, of all places. Why not a conference room or Brock’s office? That got me thinking. They seemed at home in my office. A little too cozy. Dad demanded our tech team analyze Brock’s computer and his company phone.”
“Did they find anything?”
“Brock had several booked time slot entries in his calendar marked only with RM,” I say in quotation marks. “There was also a string of texts from RM. All of them had cryptic messages like,‘I just texted you something. Check your other phone.’Or‘You’re sure she won’t turn on us?’Or‘Can she dig a little deeper?’” I pause. “Turns out, RM was Ripley Madigan.”
“You’re kidding?”
“I wish that episode of my life was a bad dream, but it was more like a horrible nightmare.”
“So why couldn’t you nail Brock’s ass to the wall?”
“We never found the other phone Ripley alluded to. My guess is any secret conversation they were having was happening on that other phone. Without it, we couldn’t go after Brock or Ripley. ‘RM’ marked in a calendar would never hold up in court. Sure, we called RM’s number from Brock’s company phone and we confirmed it was Ripley, but that wasn’t enough. There was nothing concrete we could use to pin Brock with corporate espionage, even if all the signs pointed to it. Brock was playing me, which explains why Ripley’s team always one-upped us. I even hired a contact of mine who heads a topnotch security firm to see if he could find anything that could help us, but it was too late. By then, Brock and Ripley knew the cat was out of thebag, they had time to cover their tracks by getting rid of any evidence.”
