Page 63 of Winning Bid

If we take this evidence to Elliot, then he will know what Andre is up to, and he can act to stop it. If he stops Andre from making these purchases, then my boss will know that he has a mole. Given my closeness with the family, I'm the most likely suspect.

So, right now, I may be setting myself up. I don't want to be in Andre's crosshairs. But I don't have much of a choice. I have to earn Anderson's trust back. He says he believes me. But proof is much more convincing. And I don't want to leave any room for a shadow of a doubt.

We get on the elevator and go up to Andre’s floor. Using the key card that he gave me, I have access to everywhere. All Executive rooms. His office. Anywhere. Now, I just have to hope that that's where he's storing the documents.

It's after eight so most of the lights are off, and we use our phones for light. Anderson quietly notes, “Snazzy office.”

“Andre likes nice things.”

“No wonder he hired you.”

“Flatterer.”

He caresses my ass as we go down the hall. “Nothing like a little danger to get the blood flowing.”

“Are you serious? You're turned on right now?”

“June, we may be facing some serious consequences soon, so anytime I'm around you, I'm turned on. No point in wasting opportunities.”

I hiss at him, “This is not an opportunity. We are here for good reason.”

“And?”

“And stop touching my butt,” I whisper.

He snickers, but his hand drops away.

We have been extraordinarily lucky so far. No maintenance crews, no cleaning crew. I'm not sure if they come later or what because the office is always immaculate. When we reach Andre's door, I have to steady myself. This is it. No going back now. If we're caught, we have to use our cover story and hope that it is convincing.

I really don't want to have to use the cover story.

First, I knock. No answer. I slash the key card, and the door opens. We dash inside and quietly close the door. Anderson reaches for the light, but I stop him. “No. Keep using your phone.”

“Why?”

“In case he has eyes on the office externally, I don't want to have to worry about it.”

“June, it's weird enough that we've been using our phones this whole time, but if we keep using our phones, it's going to look like we have something to hide. You're a lawyer who came back for documents. That's all this is, remember?” He has a point.

“Okay, yeah, you're right. Let's turn on the lights. Make this look legitimate.” So I click them on. Everything is as I saw it before, with the exception that there is no convenient pile of documents on his desk. “Well, I can't say I'm very surprised that he put them away someplace, but I am disappointed because that makes this more complicated.”

“You know, it's sort of amazing that in this digital day and age, he would have anything in writing. The practice of law is still remarkably old-fashioned.”

I narrow my gaze at him on my way to Andre’s desk. “That's brilliant. Help me look in these files.” But when I pull the drawer, it's locked. “Well, shit.”

“Got a Bobby pin?”

“You can pick locks?”

He shrugs. “Well, no, but that's what they always do on TV.”

I skim my hands around Andre's desk. “If I were a key, where would I be?”

“Do you really think that he'd be keeping such important files in his office?”

“Where else?”

“His house. That's where my dad keeps his.”

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