Page 62 of Curvy Quirky Omega

And now she was mine.

“…I used yellow to show who was working with whom, but it can also symbolize jealousy, betrayal, weakness…” Lucy trailed off when she realized I was distracted and tilted her head, clearly wondering why I was feeling so fucking euphoric right now.

“You’re so fucking nerdy.” I smiled though, knowing she liked to keep track of things like this so she didn’t forget. “Buttercups are usually yellow.”

“They are.” Lucy seemed surprised I’d know that, but there were a lot of things I knew now for the simple reason that I’d become obsessed with whatever she was interested in.

I completely understood why Liam wanted to be her assistant despite his business degree. This was a thousand times more rewarding than closing another million-dollar deal.

Liam chose that moment to wander into the office, ruffling his hair as he eyed her conspiracy board. “How long have you been up?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Lucy studied Liam’s bare chest and pursed her lips in annoyance before setting down her coffee and plopping into her chair. “Not long.”

I could feel her irritation through the bond and I turned away so she wouldn’t see my smile.

Our omega seemed to have a weakness for bare chests.

“What did I miss?” Liam eyed the apron I was wearing but he didn’t smirk like he usually did.

I went back to the kitchen to make his omelet while Lucy explained her string system. The low buzz of her nervous excitement was what woke me up, so I knew she’d found something, but Lucy had waited for both of us to be awake before saying anything.

It made me wonder what she’d found.

CHAPTER 24

Cas

Starting my own omelet, I plated Liam’s the same way I did Lucy’s but left off the fork. Both of them were done in under ten minutes and I untied the apron, tossing it on the counter as I tried not to worry that this would be a dead end too.

If she’d found something that would bring us another step closer to the culprit, I was sure she would have woken us up the second she discovered it, even if it was the crack of fucking dawn. Lucy wouldn’t care because this news was more important.

Which meant whatever she’d found was low-level information at best.

Bringing one tray with both our plates on it to the office, I set them on our desks and went back to start the coffee as I listened to Lucy ask Liam if he thought Buttercuppa Coffee had anything to do with the language of flowers and if it did, what did he think the color meant?

When I came back, she looked at me with nervous excitement sparkling in her eyes. “Would you like to know what I found?”

Liam leaned against her desk and crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing the board without a word. He seemed to be in a bad mood but I couldn’t figure out why, so I sat down at my desk and grabbed my fork.

Lucy sipped her coffee and pointed to a symbol off to the side of the board that I’d actually seen before. “That’s the logo of a shell company that the Tinley pack has been using to hide behind, and I was able to trace the IP address from the Valor servers back to a device registered to this company. The data packets being sent are full of information about the different deals Valor is working on, their finances, future plans, client lists, etc.”

Then she pointed to the ‘Director of IT’ label she’d scribbled under Helen Moss’s picture next. “I haven’t found a connection between her and Gideon yet other than the programs she installed on his computer, but Helen Moss is definitely working for the Tinley pack as a corporate spy.”

I frowned, wondering how we’d missed this.

Lucy grabbed the chopsticks instead of the fork to eat a bite of the omelet. She and Liam had a lot of the same habits.

How much of them had he learned from her, and which ones had she learned from him?

Lucy covered her mouth as she chewed and pointed at Helen’s picture on the conspiracy board with her chopsticks. “Helen Moss was the one who installed all that malware on Gideon’s computer. I was able to trace it back to the same device registered to the Tinley pack’s shell company. She even installed a key logger that took me fucking forever to find and that’s how she used his account to delete any trace of what she was doing.”

This was going to be a fucking problem – one Nicolette was not going to be able to overlook either.

I set down my fork, no longer interested in eating. “If that’s the case, has she been using his account to delete the data packets that have gone out since his death?”

Lucy spun around in her chair and smiled at me like she was proud I’d thought to ask that question even though it would be obvious to anyone, not just someone who understood how computers worked.

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