“Ash. What are you doing?”
“Mr. Harmon,” he says, turning away from me with the phone to his ear. “It’s Asher Greer. I need to see you in my office.”
Todd’s low timbre floats on the air, but I can’t decipher the words.
“I’m afraid it can’t wait,” Asher says. “I’ll see you in ten minutes.”
He hangs up and studies Bea. “Can you stay with her? If not, I’ll have Natalie come over.”
“We’re fine here. But, Ash, wait.” I hold out a hand, and he takes it. “What are you going to do? Lacey told me the Harmons are funding the expansion of the camp.”
“I know.” He squeezes my hand and drops it, then solemnly walks out the door.
30
Asher
I’ve barely putthe car in park when I launch myself out the door and sprint through the welcome center. A stack of papers flies off Brenner’s desk in my wake.
“Boss, what’s up?” he asks, wearing a concerned expression as he catches the papers and sorts them.
Rather than banter like I typically do when I come into the office, I say, “I need you to send me today’s security footage from Lacey’s yoga class.” I throw a “please” over my shoulder as I storm down the hall.
Fortunately the footage lands in my inbox minutes later.
I have no doubt that what Claire said is one hundred percent accurate, but I want to see for myself the actions that took place on my property. I fast forward to the end of class, then press play and turn up the volume.
As the incident plays out, I slam a hand onto my desk with such force the keyboard rattles.“Fuck!”
“Mr. Greer,” a deep voice booms at the door a moment later.
“Mr. Harmon. Have a seat, please.”
He’s dressed in the same clothes he was wearing in the video,an easy expression on his face. The carefree look on his face makes me sick. It’s comical, really. How a man so clean-cut can be so filthy.
I straighten in my chair and keep my tone professional when I speak. “It has come to my attention that inappropriate remarks and behavior were made by you to one of my employees.”
He scoffs, and when he adds an eye roll, I want to punch him in his smug, puffy face.
“You can’t be serious,” he says.
“I am very serious. Our camp maintains a zero-tolerance policy for sexual harassment or assault.”
“Sexual—what? No, no, no. There’s been a mistake. I did no such thing.” He tugs at the hem of his shirt, his mouth turning down.
“I’m going to have to ask you and Mrs. Harmon to leave the premises first thing in the morning, and your family is not welcome back to Daisy Lake. Ever. Do you understand me?”
A strange sound escapes his throat, and he launches to his feet, his brows knitted tighter than the stitches I got falling off my bike as a kid. “Let me remind you of how much I’ve invested in this property, Mr. Greer. I don’t think you realize the magnitude of what you’re doing. You think your wife would want to see you give it all away over a lousy yoga instructor?”
Blood rushes to my ears, setting my entire nervous system on fire.
“Let me make myself clear,” I snarl. “Daisy would have?—”
The camp’s head of security strides through the doorway, interrupting my retort. Vince clears his throat, startling Todd. “Mr. Harmon,” he says. “I think it’s mighty nice of Mr. Greer to let you and Mrs. Harmon stay one more night. I’ll escort you to your cabin now, and if you need a ride to the airport in the morning, I’ll see that you get there myself.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Todd grits between his teeth. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”
Vince steps aside, and the two of us follow Todd to the front of the building.
