“What if those people come looking for him here?” Warren asks quietly.
“They won’t. How would they even know he’s here?”
Outside, his car idles at the curb. Anthony’s already waiting. He opens the passenger door for me.
“Good morning, Anthony,” I say, sliding in.
He smirks. “Morning, Miss Dove.”
WARREN
I loosen my tie and pace the office floor, fury burning a steady rhythm through my veins.
“I’ll do a full check,” Anthony says, already pulling out his laptop.
“This has my father written all over it,” I mutter, clenching my jaw with irritation.
“And you’re sure it was the same guy?”
I glare at him. “I asked her. She said his name’s Isaac, her brother. You’re telling me it’s a coincidence an injured guy named Isaac’s sleeping on her couch when we just happened to rough up a dealer by the same name? The same face?”
Anthony lifts a shoulder helplessly. “Fair point.”
“My father hired her,” I say, pacing again. “I checked with Synthia yesterday. She told me Leoni was fucking up the interview and my father interrupted and hired her there and then.”
“Let’s see what the checks bring back.”
Anthony types quickly, fingers flying across the keyboard. After a few minutes, he frowns. “That’s strange. There’s nothing. Her records are clean, too clean. It’s like someone wiped them.”
I roll my eyes. “Then it’s him. My father is definitely involved. What the hell’s he hiding?”
I don’t wait for an answer. I storm through the corridor, ignoring the greetings and curious glances, until I reach my father’s office.
I knock once, out of habit, not respect, and push straight in.
He looks up from his computer, calm as ever. “Warren. Something wrong?”
“Where did you find my secretary?” I demand.
He sighs, setting his glasses down. “This again? I told you, I liked her résumé.”
“Bullshit.”
His brows lift, mildly amused.
“Did you run a background check on her?”
“Of course I did,” he says easily. “I do one for all employees.”
“Liar,” I snap. “There arenorecords.”
His expression doesn’t change. The man always had a good poker face.
“Why does this woman matter so much, Warren?” he asks coolly.
“Because her brother deals drugs for us,” I bite out. “You expect me to believe that’s a coincidence?”
“Purely.”
