I let out a little huff of air. “I was learning the ropes. I was everywhere. I attended board meetings, had regular check-ins with him, but I was working my way through various departments, learning the business from the ground up. It’s the way my grandfather and father started.”
She opens her mouth, but I beat her to it. “No, I had no idea my father was spying on guests for you. Not that anyone is going to believe that.”
She nods. “Your father wanted to keep you out of it. You have just confirmed he did. Thank you, Ms Frazer.”
My hackles rise, but I clamp down on my frustration, masking the way I do best.
“What happens next?”
“I’d like for my team to investigate the contents on-site. Moving this number of boxes will raise questions.”
“I’ll close off this floor,” I tell her. Luckily, being suites, there are only a few up here, and Jax is booked into one. “I’ll have the remaining guests moved. That way, your team can come and go unhindered.”
“Thank you, that’s very much appreciated.”
“If you’re going to destroy everything he worked for, just make sure you get this right.”
She nods. No false promises, that everything will be okay.
My respect for her rises.
“I’ll leave you to it,” I say.
Pen squeezes my hand again, but I pull it back into my lap.
I need time to breathe, take stock. Work out my next move.
CHAPTER 53
JAX
Irun a hand down my face as I stand outside Elijah’s door.
“Jax?” he says, throwing open the door. “What?—”
“Is Kat here?” I ask, looking past him and into his penthouse.
“No, why would you think she’s here?”
Whatever he sees in my expression makes him step back and let me in.
“Come in and explain what has you jumping around like Caleb.”
“She’s left the hotel, and I haven’t been able to get hold of her,” I say, running a hand down my face.
“She left the hotel?”
“After your team moved in. It was teeming with people. That woman didn’t want to move the files in case word got out they’d been found. All those people… Kat couldn’t stay there.”
“And she didn’t move into your room?”
“She told me she needed some space to process everything. I thought she was going to your mum’s.”
“And she didn’t?”
I begin pacing the floor, Elijah following my movements.
“No. She kissed me goodbye and told me she’d call me. Every time Kat has needed to process anything, she always goes home. She sent me a message to tell me she was okay, but then nothing.”
