Page 11 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

“You can e-mail it. Same address as always. Are you sending it now?”

“Yes, it’ll be with you in two minutes.”

I hang up the phone and immediately open my inbox and refresh it. I’ve been looking forward to this.

I refresh again, and it comes through.

All the information my investigators found on Tia Lawrence.

I take my time, scanning through each document, each list, each record of what they’ve found out about her.

Her mother is dead, and her father is living in Boston, but it looks like he hasn’t been in her life since she was a baby.

Gambling debts.

Interesting. Very, very high gambling debts.

Oh, I see. They are in her mother’s name. I guess the books were transferred to her after her mother died. That’s unfortunate for her.

Study loans, too.

She’s in quite a lot of debt. Maybe that’s why she works so hard. I know she also mentioned two other jobs.

Here we go.

Dog walking and editing for a local company.

She’s a very driven young woman.

Her GPA is perfect. Mm. I see. The internship will affect those if she doesn’t maintain a perfect record with this company.

I take in everything my investigators found out about her, the things on public record, the things that would otherwise be very private, and the things they found out by snooping around.

Then I look up from my desk, out over the crowd of employees moving around on the ground floor, and spot her easily. She stands out. She catches my eye and grabs my attention.

She is talking to Eric, standing facing my window. Her smile lighting up the entire ground floor.

The debt collectors must be hounding her constantly. My investigators informed me that she is behind on her payments. For some reason, this information is satisfying to me, because it is something that I can use.

So is the internship information.

Tia, sensing my eyes on her, looks up towards my office and grins, then quickly looks away again, returning her attention to the conversation she is having with Eric.

I smile as I return my own attention to my laptop, closing the e-mail of information I have about her and getting stuck in my own work.

Oleg is already unhappy with my distraction or mild obsession with, Tia—I can’t fall behind on work and give him more reason to come knocking at my door complaining.

The day moves along, and soon the office starts emptying out. People pack up their desks, grab their bags and start filing out of the doors one at a time until almost no one is left.

I stand up from my desk and stretch my arms above my head, hearing my shoulders crack. I tilt my head left and right, stretching my neck and hearing it crack as well.

I hate sitting down that long. I need to move and get the blood flowing.

My thoughts are still on the schedules I was creating just now. I had to rearrange some shipments after one of the boats got flagged for inspection. Thank goodness our inside informant told us in time before we lost massive amounts of product, which would have been confiscated.

But that means that we’ll have to keep those products on the floor here at work for longer than we usually do. We prefer to have products move in and out on the same day, as quickly as possible.

I’ll figure it out, though. I’ll find a new ship to get it on and have it moving by Monday.

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