The ice in Lizzie’s voice made Carolina take a step back. “So are you dating him or not?” Carolina tried to look confident, but her voice was barely audible.
Lizzie let out a sigh. “No I’m not. And weren’t you the one who told me he was serious with Alisa Reed?”
Carolina crossed her arms. “It’s complicated,” She said. “And sometimes Will is confused about what he wants.”
“Well, if he wants Alisa, you should have no worries about him dating me.”
“And will you promise not to?”
“No, I won’t.”
“But if you,” Carolina started, but Lizzie cut her off,
“Carolina, you have insulted me in every possible way. You have been rude since the day we met, and honestly, I don’t owe you anything. This conversation is over, and I’m leaving. There’s nothing in my contract that says I have to be subjected to this.”
Lizzie spun on her heels and headed for the elevator. She could hear her heart beating through her chest. Dating Will? Where on earth did she get that idea?
She stepped into the elevator, jabbed the button, and let the doors close on Carolina’s stunned face.
Chapter 17- From the Desk of William Pemberley
Subject: Resolution – G. Wick
Classification: Eyes Only/Burn After Reading
Status: Executed
All images in Wick’s possession: located, mirrored, and permanently wiped (Belize server torched 36 hrs ago)
Cloud backups (iCloud, Google Drive, three offshore drops): nuked
Physical devices (phone + two laptops): remotely bricked + courier “retrieval” scheduled tonight
Federal revenge-porn filing + Florida §934.10 extortion charges: filed under seal, ready to unseal if he blinks
Wick’s offshore accounts (Cayman + Panama): frozen this morning via quiet word from two board members who owe me favors
