Page 134 of Redemption

“What about her NDA?”

Graham held up his hand, and everyone fell silent. “Lily was my assistant a few years ago. Her name is Liliana Fontaine. As to her NDA, it doesn’t apply because her blog doesn’t expose confidential or proprietary information.”

“Liliana?” Jasper scrunched up his face. “Aw, man. I liked her.”

“She was a pain in the ass,” Graham grumbled. “Always butting her nose in where it didn’t belong.”

“Exactly.” Jasper smirked. “She was good for you.”

“Why did she leave Huxley Grand?” Knox asked.

“She gave some bullshit generic excuse about ‘wanting to pursue other opportunities,’” Graham said.

“She certainly pursued other opportunities.” Nate shook his head.

“Did you piss her off?” Knox asked. “Is that why she’s decided to write a bad review?”

“Probably,” Jasper muttered.

“I gave her a generous bonus while she was working for me.” Graham clenched and unclenched his fist.

“Money doesn’t solve everything,” Knox said.

“Agreed,” I said, though it certainly caused its fair share of problems.

“Do you have a plan?” Jasper asked.

Graham’s posture was even more rigid than usual. “Not yet.”

“Sloan mentioned a grand opening of a new location. Ixtapa, right?” I asked, an idea taking shape in my mind.

Jasper nodded. “Yeah. Why?”

“You could invite a bunch of travel bloggers, including Lily. Do a soft opening to show her what the Huxley Grand brand stands for,” I said to Graham.

“That’s a great idea,” Jasper said. “You could confront her.” He frowned, and I regretted opening my mouth. “Though, I might be more successful in obtaining information, considering—” he waved his hand through the air “—your history.”

Graham narrowed his eyes at Jasper. “You are not seducing her for information. That will only make the situation worse.”

“I meant that you could give her the VIC experience,” I said, trying to get us back on track before this conversation completely derailed. “Fly her out in first class. Give her the best room. The most exclusive spa package. The works.” I tried to think of everything that a very important client would expect.

Graham glowered. “I’m not going to reward her for her betrayal.”

“No. I like this idea,” Jasper said. “We already do this for high-spenders, the very important clients, as Jackson said. Why not extend it to someone with a lot of influence?”

“It’s a good move,” Knox said, and it was time to show our cards.

Nate folded. I had a strong hand, but Knox won the round. It didn’t surprise me. He was a strategist. Patient. He feigned disinterest in the game, but it was all an act.

“Jackson,” Nate said. “You’re up.”

“I get to name the prize?” I asked, unable to keep the incredulous tone from my voice.

Nate leaned back and spread his arms wide. “Anything you want.”

I considered everything I knew about Sloan’s family. Their fortune. Their fame. They owned luxury hotels, homes, cars, rare art, and gems, but I found myself asking for none of those things.

“Your company,” I said.

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