He might have wanted to protect me, and it went too far in terms of photos, or he might have wanted to stalk me.
I need proof, and I'm not near a computer with access...
My breath catches in my throat.
Logging into the work computer and checking emails is something I can do out of the office, just in case there's work to do.
And...
My heart starts to pound. I'm not meant to have access to Enzo's emails there, but I do. It's a simple password, and I've seen him type it in.
What's going to happen if I'm wrong? Barwon will explode?
I bite down on a laugh.
Nothing will happen. Best case, I'll get into the Barwon intranet.
Worst? Yeah, that big old nothing.
In fact, I'm betting it's going to be a dead end with perhaps a sprinkling of frustration and a side of annoyance.
I type it in.
Holy fuck, it works.
There's no access to the intranet, but the Barwon CEO email account does have files attached, things he can easily reach if he needs them.
My heart starts to speed up as I note there are thousands of emails. It's a lot in a short time. At least, I think it is.
Then again, what do I know? Maybe this is the state of a CEO's world at work. Or it's just Enzo doing things other than Barwon work, like the questionable things he had me do.
I check the files. Those things are there, but when I open them, they're now just gobbledygook or empty.
My heart returns to resting rate as I start going through emails.
It's all boring, like work stuff, a few bills for both personal and work items, bills that look good if anyone is snooping, and a couple of banal personal emails that make it all legit.
Shit.
After that, I start on the files.
Big fat nothing.
What was I expecting? Something that announced a big old secret or a file reading "criminal activities"? Or something stating "All Things You Want are Here"?
Nope. Nothing.
All of it is work stuff.
There isn't even a hint of suspiciousness.
And while I can access some of his other files that are in a folder called reports, they're all in order.
There is one called accounting reports, but it, too, is above board. As far as I can see, he's not fiddling the books, and he doesn't even have anything creepy there, like all the hot women who work for him in the form of their personal files.
Not that I expected that.
But there's not even a file on me.
