Page 12 of Destroyed

“Why don’t you head back up to your office and I’ll bring the proper documents by in a bit Kaz?” comes Jamison’s voice from the hall.

Both Kaz and I snap our heads in that direction to find him leaning against the doorway. Kaz goes to slide past him when he grabs her arm gently, asking if she’s ok.

“Don’t act like you care now,” she says to him before glancing once more in my direction and walking away.

Jamison walks in, fully closes the door behind him, and leans back against it.

“We have a problem,” he states.

“No fucking shit,” I reply.

He grins before pulling a pocket knife out of his very expensive suit pocket and proceeds to clean underneath his nails with it. He looks like a fucking psychopath when he smiles. Probably because it rarely happens. Jonathan is usually thejoker. Jamison is all business normally. He must be having an off day. Why else would he look so unhinged?

“What’s the issue?” I ask, sitting back down in my chair.

“I finally got a ping on Sasha’s phone.”

My eyes scrunch up while I recall the conversation with the guys and them telling me about all the shit that had happened that I still could not remember. Apparently, Sasha, Sebastian’s assistant, was somehow fucking Nate, who was Riley’s husband. Nate also worked for Lockhart, whom we have been trying to get dirt on for our client Frederick Degerson.

Degerson had an investment go wrong with Lockhart and we have been trying to build a case against him for quite some time. Bolt Corp also needs to tread carefully in this situation, seeing how Degerson plays a large part in the Mafia world and happens to have a few ties with Andre’s dad. On the other hand, Lockhart deals in the underground where Andre’s younger brother and two cousins are also involved. It's definitely a big fucking mess.

“Why is that a problem?” I ask. “We have been looking for her this whole time, hoping to get some answers from her about Lockhart. Right? This means we can finally go find her and ask some much-needed questions.”

“Her phone location is pinging at The Cellar,” he replies with zero emotion.

“Fuck,” I say out loud.

“Fuck indeed,” he says.

“Do Andre or your brother know yet?” I ask.

He sighs before slipping the knife back into his pocket. “No, I called a meeting today at two, I just happened to be near your office and heard the commotion. I figured I would tell you while I was here. I have a few things to do beforehand but I'll see you later.”

He goes to walk out the door before stopping suddenly.

“Oh, and Xavier?” he says without looking back at me. “Don’t ever yell at Kaz like that again.”

He doesn't give me a chance to reply before leaving and shutting the door behind him. I pull out my medication, hoping to cut the edge off my mood a bit, when I realize the bottle is empty.

Fuck. Guess I’ll be calling the doctor back after all.

Chapter 8

Corrine

“Will you come home with me this weekend?” Riley asks me. We’re on the phone as I’m finishing things up at one of the museums. We have a big event this weekend, and the contemporary artist exhibit is always sure to bring a decent crowd.

“Can it wait until Saturday morning?” I ask. “Less time is better.”

“If you can’t go until then that’s fine,” Riley says, and I hear her turn on the shower.

“Are you seriously just getting ready? It’s 11:00 AM!”

“Shut up!” she laughs. “We’re newlyweds.”

“Gross,” I say. Then, curiosity gets the better of me, and I ask “Have you seen Xavier since last weekend?” It’s Thursday, and I know Riley’s been going into the office more frequently.

She hesitates, drawing out a long “Yes.”

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