“Hi, Colette, good news, I found another way you could gain access to that information you were looking for. I just need you to give me some information from your last statement. I’ll help you reset the PIN after, to ensure you have access to the banking information. I was just about to call you,” he explained.
Her body vibrated with excitement. Finally. Yes.
She provided Gerald with the necessary information and waited while he brought up the file, she needed access to.
“Okay, so,” he said, making a weird, fast, breathy whistle with his lips, which was quite annoying. “Your payments are going to Lorimer Fertilizers Inc. The bank and accountinformation is connected to Leroy Industries. Exactly as you thought.”
“Is there a person connected to the account? A name?”
“Ah, let me look.” Insert breath flapping noise again here. “We are directed to contact a Mr. Alexander Cunning on behalf of…”
“On behalf of… I’m writing this down.”
“Now hang on, there’s no name here.”
Colette swallowed a frustrated growl.
Fuck.
“Let me just check this other page here,” Gerald continued, clicking his tongue as he scrolled through information.
Her heart raced waiting for something, anything.
“Well?” she asked breathily, tapping her pen on the notepad. If he didn’t find anything, she was going to puke. That soup was starting to feel like dead weight churning in her stomach.
“Here we go,” Gerald said. She could hear the grin in his voice.
“I’ve got it. Mr… Ah, yes.”
“Mr…” She waved her hand to move him along. He would never see it, but still. This guy needed to hurry up. He didn’t know what kind of timeline she was on.
“Mr. J C M King.”
J C M King. Jarrett whatever the fuck King.
Of course, Leroy…Le roi. Or, the king, in French.
The hair on the back of her neck stood up.
Her voice choked in her throat as her breathing stopped.
Colette Slip was an accountant. Just here to do a fucking job. She had a sinking feeling she had just opened a huge can of worms and it was literally going to kill her. At best, she would be fired. At worst, she was going to become the enemy of one of the most powerful men in town. After hanging up with Gerald, she only stopped to think for a minute. Her eyes latched on thesetting sun; its soft light reflecting off the gray stucco of the building next door. It would still be light enough for her to make the drive.
Then, she grabbed her keys.
She needed to tell Marshall everything. Right now.
CHAPTER 51
Colette tossed her phone on the passenger seat. Whatever. There wasn’t time to wait for him to answer his phone. She would find Marshall somewhere working on the ranch, probably moving his cattle or doing something that kept him out of reach. All she had to do was get there. Lock herself up in the guest house until he came to her. Speak to him. Try to stop freaking out.
Wiping the tears off her cheeks, she tried desperately to suppress that fear.
The bone-shattering, nausea-inducing feeling that she wasn’t going to make it in time.
What if she was mistaken?
Jarrett King was a pillar of the community, part of the revered King family. The scandal would blow everything to smithereens. How could she maintain a relationship with Marshall and cause irreparable harm to his family’s reputation?
