“That’s why you were supposed to go with a match from Rita,” she scolds. “So that you would be with someone on the same page as you from the start.”
“I know, I know.”
“What are you going to do?”
I shake my head, my face still buried in my hands. “I don’t know. Just keep going and hope that he’ll come around?”
Zoe snorts. “That’s a terrible plan.”
I look up at her, knowing she’s right. “Maybe, but I’d rather get every minute I can with him than lose him now.”
She gives me an exasperated look but doesn’t say anything. Instead, she pours me another glass of wine.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
HARRISON
It’s beena week since I found out about the embezzlement, and we aren’t any closer to figuring out who is doing it. Whoever it is has been extra cautious setting up dummy corporations and offshore accounts. I have no doubts that my team will figure it out, but as of now, we are no closer than we were a week ago.
Sam’s been zero help, and Vera has a dozen excuses as to why she didn’t catch the fraud from the start. I had a feeling she was slacking off at her job, and this is just further proof. I’d fire her if she weren’t a suspect, though; I honestly don’t think she’s smart enough to pull something like this off.
My phone rings, and I see it's Claude, the head of my IT department and the man in charge of finding out how someone hacked into the system and siphoned off almost three million dollars over the course of the last year.
I answer with a gruff ‘hello.’ My mood is less than polite these days.
“Sir, I think we found something…”
He goes on to explain a bunch of technical jargon that ends in him saying that the IP address that was used to commit the crime is my own computer. “How is that possible?”
“I don’t know, sir. The security system we have in place should make it impossible to clone your machine. The only way this could happen is if someone logged in under your sign-in.”
“I wouldn’t fucking steal from my own company.”
“I’m not saying you did, sir. I’m saying someone with access to your office is the culprit.”
“Thanks for the information. I want you to keep digging. Find out how someone got my information.”
“Yes, sir.”
My mind goes to last week when I came back from lunch and my office door was unlocked. Could someone have let themselves in and gained access?
I pick up the phone and dial Claude. “Claude, I want cameras installed in my office. When the office is closed. Only you and I are to know about this.”
I never thought I would need cameras inside my office. It’s something that I neglected, never again. I will get to the bottom of who is stealing from me, and if they are stupid enough to try from my computer again, they will be caught.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
OLIVE
It’s beenthree days since I’ve seen Harrison. He’s been so swamped with trying to figure out who has been stealing from him and working out the account that has been dragging their feet over accepting his more than generous offer that he hasn’t had time to see me. We’ve talked on the phone every day, and he’s texted me, but that’s it. Today, he’s promised to take me to lunch so I’m sitting here waiting for him to get off a conference call.
“Are you sure you don’t mind me going on lunch?” Deb, his assistant, asks.
I wave her off. “I’m just going to sit here and read,” I wave my phone in her direction. “No need for you to sit there waiting. I’m sure he will be done soon.”
