The car doesn’t slow, but Anthony’s eyes flick up to the mirror, sharp. “Say that again.”
“I think that’s how my father connected the dots,” I say quietly. “Remember the blood tests Erik had done a few months back?”
“Holy shit.”
Silence drops heavy between us, the engine the only thing filling the void, before he asks, “Does Erik know?”
I shake my head. “No.”
I scrub a hand down my face. “You realise what this means, right?”
“That when Erik finds out, he’s going to lose his mind.”
“That Erik killed his half-brother,” I correct. “He killed Isaac. On my father’s orders.”
Anthony exhales slowly. “Jesus.”
“And Nico knew,” I add. “He knew exactly what he was doing when he gave that order. And when he instructed him to go after Leoni.”
I breeze into the office to find Leoni mopping up coffee from the floor by her desk. I eye her warily before going straight to my office and slamming the door.
A minute passes before she tentatively opens it and pokes her head in. “You okay?”
“What’s my next meeting?” I ask, irritation lacing my words even though she doesn’t deserve it.
“Your father had me clear your schedule for the day.”
My eyes snap to hers. “Why?”
She scoffs, “Do you think he tells me that information?”
“And you didn’t think to question him?” I snap, pushing to my feet.
“Sometimes, Warren Baxter, you can be a real dick,” she mutters.
“Get in here,” I bellow, loud enough that a few heads from the other offices turn our way.
She steps inside, slamming the door closed. “In this building, I am your boss,” I yell.
Her eyes burn with anger. “Understood,” she spits, folding her arms.
Rage suddenly switches to desire. “Close the blinds,” I mutter, sitting back in my chair.
She hesitates before reaching for the first cord and closing it. She moves around the room painfully slow and then turns to me.
“Lock the door.”
She does it, her cheeks beginning to flush red as she realises what I’m about to do.
“Now get on your knees,” I order, unfastening my belt. “And crawl to me.”
LEONI
A smile tugs at my lips as I think back to our lunchtime encounter, tapping my pen against the notepad in front of me.
Warren left half an hour ago for some mystery meeting with his father, but he hadn’t looked nearly as angry when he’d gone. I snort softly to myself. Maybe bending me over his desk had been the stress relief he needed.
“What’s got you so happy?”
