“Do you remember Brock Litoris?”
“Yes, the assistant who was feeding company information to your biggest rival and sabotaging your credibility,” Bryce says.
“The one and only,” I say, sarcasm weighing heavy.
“Is he back in the picture?”
“He’ll always be in the picture given who he works for––”
“I hate that we were never able to nab him or Ripley,” Bryce says.
“The sneaky rats were miles ahead of us.”
Years go by, but the sting doesn’t lessen. Nor does the crushing humiliation of being blindsided.
I despise Brock Litoris.
And I darn right hate Ripley.
I’m sure Brock told Ripley we contracted Bryce’s services. This gave them a leg up. Few con artists outsmart Bryce and his team. The Three Stooges––Brock, Ripley, and Marie-Clémence––knew from the get-go to never share any incriminating information on our networks.
“So, what did Brock do now?”
Bryce signs a DNA with all his clients, so I have the peace of mind of knowing this conversation isn’t going anywhere.
I tell him about bumping into Brock and MC last night.
I turn it to Michaela and she recounts what she told me this morning.
I tie it all together by telling Bryce about recently purchasing the Villiers Grand Hotel. I leave out details about our fake marriage.
“It seems Brock has moved on,” Bryce says when I’m finished.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“Why do you say that?”
“We have a leak within our organization. Again.”
Bryce grumbles. “Well, this time it’s not Brock, which means there’s another weasel playing you.”
“I can’t shake the nagging feeling Ripley has his tentacles in one of our board members.”
“That’s a bold accusation,” Bryce says. “Board members are supposed to be on your side.”
“You would think,” I say.
I tell him all about Potter and what my father shared.
“You’re right, he knows too much,” Bryce says.
“Way too much.”
Chapter 30
Michaela
With an impatient flick of the wrist, I peruse the pages of the FrenchVoguemagazine I grabbed from the stack to keep myself busy.
