I remembered seeing something…
I opened one of the drawers of the desk, and there it was.A phone stand, meant to prop it up and charge it at the same time.I set it up quickly while Ace and Mr.Harvey were distracted by their own discussion, making sure it pointed right at them.I turned on the camera, started it filming, and then shut the screen off.It wouldn’t record forever – the phone would either overheat or run out of memory – but it was a good start.
And then I just sat there and tried to look like I was totally innocent and not at all secretly recording a secret meeting that I would probably get fired over if anyone found out.
God, this was awkward.
Being in Mr.Harvey’s office was fantastic for getting access to things I wouldn’t have normally, but it also meant I was right under his eye all the time.Like,allthe time.Exposed.And suddenly I was so aware of every single move I made, it was like I was sitting under a giant microscope.
“Keaton Dunbar,” Mr.Harvey said, and I bit back a whimper just in time before it leaked out.“Why do you look so guilty?”
I blinked.
Just like that?
He’d already found me out?
“Um,” I said.“I’m not.I’m just… not used to sitting in meetings like this.Or, not really in the meeting, but just… here.It’s a bit…”
“Awkward,” Ace finished for me with a look of sympathy.“Whyhaveyou brought him in here, anyway?”
Mr.Harvey fixed him with a glare so heated I thought Ace was going to melt.“He’s my secretary,” he said gruffly.“I can make him sit wherever I like.”
“Can you, now?”Ace replied slyly, and I felt my face go so hot and red that I was glad someone chose that exact moment to knock at the office door.
Until, after springing to my feet and gladly banishing the image of myself sitting on Mr.Harvey’s lap from my mind, I realized who it was I was about to let in.
It had to be, didn’t it?Even though he’d arrived very quickly, there was only one person we were expecting right now.
I swallowed hard and reached for the door handle, feeling all of a sudden like I’d forgotten how to twist and open it.Somehow, I managed.
And there he was.
Turning from the empty space where my desk used to be, looking down at me with an expression of confusion – and it wasdown, because Ridley Angus was huge.That was part of what made him such a good football player, yes, but it was also part of what made him so…
Hot.
“Mr.Angus,” I squeaked, and then stepped aside, desperate to get out of his view and go die in a corner on my own where no one would notice my embarrassment.“Please, come in.”
“That was fast,” Mr.Harvey said, and I hated myself even more for feeling jealous about how impressed he sounded.
Jesus, this room.The hottest and most talented football player on the planet; probably the hottest and most talented sports agent on the planet; and Ace, who had to be something like top ten himself.
And me.
Me who wasnotsupposed to be thinking of his boss as the hottest anything.
I sat down behind my desk and prayed they wouldn’t notice me again.
“Well, I’m known for my speed, aren’t I?”Ridley Angus said, turning to wink at me as if I was a TV camera pointing at his audience.Oh, god.I felt my insides shrivel up to tiny, dried raisins.Ridley Angus just winked at me.“I was in the neighborhood.I’d actually been thinking about calling Ace and going over the schedule for that resort contract, so it’s good you wanted to see me anyway.”
“There may not be any resort contract,” Mr.Harvey warned.
Angus dropped down into one of the two remaining empty chairs as if he’d been felled by an axe.“You have my attention.”
“Someone’s trying to screw you over.Or us.”
Ace and Mr.Harvey explained the whole scenario so far for Angus – as if they were creating the perfect summary just for my documentary.Such as it was, so far.But this was going to be an amazing hook if I could get a way to publish the footage as an exposé.I just needed to figure out what the angle was.
