“Who else would it be?” she asks, perplexed.
Which makes both of us, because why does she look so different?
“I didn’t recognize you,” I tell her truthfully. I’m still unable to put my finger on it.
She smirks. “Well, I guess I’m not on the clock anymore.” She looks around, reaches up, unclips something, and pulls a wig off her head. “Ta da!”
Her indigo hair falls out in waves while my mouth gapes open. “Why the hell do you wear that?”
She looks between Matteo and me. “Umm…because it’s the rules of the office that I do not have my hair dyed other than the normal blonde, red, or brown.”
What shit is she talking about? “Since when?”
She shrugs. “You tell me, boss. You own the company.”
“It must have been something my grandfather put into place. He was modern for his times, nonetheless, a formal man. I’ll have Lauren, my assistant, review the employee handbook with a fine-tooth comb to see what needs to be updated. The rule stands: if you’re client-facing or working on a floor with the conference rooms, you wear the wig. Day-to-day, there is no need, and that goes for any employee.” I glance at Matteo. “Got it, boss?”
“Not technically her boss,” he mumbles.
“Semantics. Now, my brothers are about to exit the building at any moment, and I don’t want to see them. What did you need me for?”
Matteo turns and kisses Beck’s forehead. “This is confidential. I’ll meet you in the car.” He points across the street. “My brother is idling, waiting for us there.”
She thanks me for changing the archaic rules, and before walking away, she stands there, giving me the third degree with her eyes.
There is no doubt in my mind that Jules called her after I left and told her everything. Thankfully, Becks knows better than to question my intentions.
“What’s going on there?” I jut my chin toward Matteo’s car.
His eyes linger on Becks as she crosses the street.I know that look.
He takes a deep breath and lifts his shoulder. “It’s complicated.” After a second, he looks back and turns toward me. “I still need to dive deeper. However, I figured out who owns the shell company. The Archibald family.”
“What?” I mutter in disbelief. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, apparently oil wasn’t enough for them, so they’re dabbling in real estate. Greedy bastards. Does this mean anything to you?”
“It means everything. I need more information before I dig deeper. Get me the names of those running it and whatever else you can find.”
My gut is telling me this is no fucking coincidence, and I need to get to the bottom of it.
“No problem.” He salutes me and walks off.
“And remember, not a fucking word to anyone. Not even my brothers. I want no one sniffing around,” I call after him.
I don’t know what this family is playing at, but I have a terrible fucking feeling.
Juliette
My eyes flutter open, and instantly, I can tell it’s not yet morning. My senses are on high alert when I don’t feel Harrison wrapped around me in bed. Creeping my arm over to the other side, I feel for him—nothing—ice cold.
I stand and stretch, attempting to wake up, then wrap myself in a robe before leaving the room, not wanting any accidental naked run-ins with Claud, even if it is the middle of the night.
She doesn’t know I’ve slept over, and I plan to leave before she wakes, so I need to be cautious as I walk through the halls.
We’ve decided that the three of us will slowly spend more time together so that it won’t seem like such a surprise when we tell her about us. Even though I’m not sure she’ll comprehend it anyway.
Peeking my head into Harrison’s office, I see him sitting at his desk. His hair is mussed up from obvious distress.
