“Wow, say how you feel, Becka, don’t hold it in.”
“I’m so serious, Ky. She has been making my life harder for weeks. The amount of work she’s pushed off on me is unreal. I don’t know what her problem is, but I need her to deal with it. Ah shit, I’m getting another call. Look, I’ll see what I can dig up about TK, maybe Celine, because something is going on and I’m mad, and it’s either do something productive, or die mad about it. Speak soon, babes!”
“Oka-”
She was gone before I could even finish the word.
I sighed, flopping backwards onto my bed to stare up at the ceiling. What on earth was going on? Something must have occurred for Pisces to be issuing ‘no comment’ responses regarding TK, something they didn’t want to be associated with. Something I’d bet money on Celine knowing.
I blew out a breath and dragged a hand down my face. I was so ready for the Trevor Kyle portion of my life to be over. I was moving forward, so why did it seem like the past kept trying to drag me back?
Chapter 20
“Ifucking knew it!” Becka howled in clear and triumphant glee. “I fucking called it!”
I laughed, watching as she spun around on her little, second hand office chair, swinging her arms up in the air as if she was the main attraction at a ticker-tape parade.
“Excuse me,” I said, trying to get her attention, “but you called me. What the fuck did youknow?”
Becka doesn’t even pause and just kicked her way back over to the desk, face red, grin slightly manic.
“Fucking Celine!” She crowed. “I said it! I said something was going on with her! I didn’t know what, I couldn’t figure it out, but I knew something was off with her!”
It took me a few moments to catch up to what she was saying, to switch into Becka’s lane, because when she’d video-called, I’d been nose deep in a music magazine. An actual, glossy magazine I’d bought from the little newsagents in the village, now that lockdown was easing.
“Hang on,” I said, frowning, “are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Yes!”
Her face was wild, and the last time I’d seen that look was back in university, and we’d just spelled out the word ‘twat’ in weed killer on the lawn of a boy who’d called her some very misogynistic slurs.
“It was her! Celine leaked the tape from the conference room!”
I gasped. “No fucking way!”
“Way!” Becka nodded emphatically.
“I…. What? How? How is this just now coming to light? It happened months ago!”
Honestly, I was just stunned it actually hadn’t been Trevor Kyle. Even with all of Becka’s thought-out reasoning, I’d held onto the idea it was him.
“I don’t know all the details,” Becka admitted, “but it seems like IT had been investigating after the footage was made public in December, but then legal got involved because of the lawsuit from ENT. They shut the whole thing down. Dad says it was probably to prevent IT finding anything that could hurt Pisces in discovery.”
“Becka, should you be talking about this to your dad?” I asked, exasperated. “This sounds very… illegal.”
Becka waved this away with a dismissive sound.
“It’s badly-contained office gossip, and no one told me to sign anything to say I can’t gossip. Dad’s just speculating on the mechanics, he isn’t actually involved.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, keep going.”
“Yeah, so it sounds like Pisces put a stop to anything that might expose them legally, and then covid happened–”
“And the court case was pushed back,” I finished for her. “Yeah, I know that bit.”
Jihoon had told me as much. The whole world had been pushed back.
“Anyway,” Becka went on, “from what I’ve been able to find out, the lawsuit is going ahead, and Pisces received some sort of legal disclosure request. They had to turn over the forensic IT findings, which means IT had to prepare a report outlining everything.”
