Breck:Meet us out front.
Me:Everything okay?
Breck:Yep. Just come down.
I save my work, grab my jacket, and head for the elevators. My mind is still on the breakthrough, running through the implications, the following steps, and how to present this information to the triplets.
The lobby is busy with employees returning from lunch and clients arriving for meetings. I push through the front doors and stop short.
All three Jacobs brothers stand on the sidewalk. Tall, dark-haired, and irritatingly good-looking in that identical way that still catches me off guard. Between them sits a car, a silver luxury sedan with pristine paint, tinted windows, and leather interior visible through the windshield.
Ansel notices me first. His expression is stoic, but there’s anticipation in his eyes.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Come on, Remy.” Breck twirls a set of keys around his finger. “Surely you can figure out what a car with a bow on it means.”
I stare at the sedan, then at them. “You bought me a car.”
This is ridiculous.
“We’re providing you with company transportation.” Ansel clarifies this as if it’s a completely reasonable business decision. “Given the nature of your work and recent security concerns, we want to ensure you have reliable, safe transportation.”
“No, I can’t take this.” I gesture helplessly at the car. I’m not a car person, but even I know this isn't something you pick up at a dealership on a whim.
“You can, and you will.” Enzo’s stance doesn’t shift. “Non-negotiable.”
“Everything is negotiable.”
“Remy.” Ansel steps closer. “We’re not asking. This is about your safety. The car is in your name.” And he makes sure I’m looking at him. I brace myself for what he is about to say. “If you refuse to drive it, you’re going to rack up a lot of parking tickets leaving it here.”
I can’t help it. I laugh, which makes him crack a smile. And oh, my god, it’s such a perfect smile.
I want to argue. Every instinct I have screams that this is too much and too close to charity. But looking at their faces, I realize this isn’t about money or status. It’s about treating me right and making sure I’m safe. And maybe about showing me that I matter.
“Fine.” The word comes out reluctantly. “But if this is how you treat all your employees, HR is going to have questions.”
Breck laughs. “Consider it a reward.”
“Do you mean it’s a reward for figuring out your security breach?” I wait for them to process what I just said.
The change in all three of them is immediate.
Ansel goes very still. “You found the person who’s trying to access our systems?”
“I found the access point, the timeline, and the IP address. I know exactly when the breach happened, how it was executed, and where it originated.”
Enzo closes the distance between us. “Do you have a name?”
“Not yet. But I have enough to trace it. Give me another hour, maybe two, and I’ll have everything you need.”
Ansel releases a breath. “Fucking finally.”
Before I can process what’s happening, Breck’s hands are on my waist, and he’s lifting me off the ground, spinning me in a circle.
“You brilliant, beautiful little genius!”
I grab onto his arms for balance, half-laughing, half-protesting. “Breck! Put me down!”
