Page 63 of Snowed In with the Bosses

Istalked Allan with all the care and finesse available to me. The weasel of a man had no idea who he was up against. After his petty little reveal at the Halloween party, I’d had it with him. Time to end it once and for all. I’d used every tech gadget available to me and gathered evidence. The problem was that the evidence was technically legal. I needed more.

Liam walked alongside me into the break room. We entered amid a small group that hid us from Allan’s view and took up a table in the back corner. Allan sat on the far side of the room, scrolling through his phone, a lecherous smile on his idiotic face.

“Allan?” A woman popped up in the doorway and motioned at Allan. “You need to see this. There’s something going on with your car.”

His phone hit the table with a clack as Allan lurched to his feet and followed Bethany out into the hallway. It had been a gamble, and we’d gotten lucky.

“Go.” Liam shoved at my shoulder.

I rushed across the room and hooked up the device I’d tucked into my palm, then flipped Allan’s phone over. Relief pushed the air from my lungs in a gusty exhale. He’d left it unlocked. Thankfuck. I could’ve hacked it, but that would’ve taken more time. I had no idea how long Bethany would be able to keep Allan once he realized he’d left his phone behind.

Images flashed on the screen in my hand as it copied everything from Allan’s phone onto the drive. Disgust burst through me in a surge of rising bile.

I’d seen a few of the pictures before, but there were more, many more, that were even worse than the grainy blown-up shots. Allan might not be a first-rate stalker, but what he was might be worse. He was the kind of stalker who reveled in the chaos of the chase and the compromising positions he managed to photograph.

Messages came next, a slew of them threatening and several downright blackmail against the women he’d photographed. They demanded favors to keep the photos secret.

Two familiar faces appeared in the photos. These women worked for me at Summit. They worked with this monster every damned day and had never said a word. What else had Allan gotten away with?

I checked the time stamp on the oldest photo. He’d been photographing them for years. Years.

“Fucking bastard. You won’t get away with it this time.” I nodded at Liam. “Get the police here. Now.” The copying finished, I yanked the cord free and pocketed the device while dialing Alexander. He answered on the first ring. “We got him.”

“Firing offense?” Alexander barked the question. He’d wanted to be the one to take Allan down, but it was my fault that these atrocities had gone on so long. I had to be the one to fix it.

“Definitely.” My lips pulled back from my teeth when Allan ran back into the room. He spotted me standing beside the table, and his eyes darted from me to the phone.

His Adam’s apple bobbed once before he pasted on that smooth, easy-going smile that had fooled me for years. “Mr. Moore.” He reached out to grab the phone.

“Mr. Thorne requires your presence in his office.” I leaned in close and gave him the fullness of my feral smile. “Immediately.”

His smile faltered. “Sure. I…uh. I need to stop by my office.”

“Now.” The thought of touching him made phantom crawling sensations skate up my arms. Was this how Clara had felt in his presence? Damn me for not taking more precautions. I locked down my discomfort and pushed his shoulder. “If you so much as breathe wrong, I’ll find a way to make you pay. Move.”

His heels dug in, but by the third push, he moved on his own. We marched down the hallway.

People lined up at the windows as we passed the cubicles where they worked. Hopeful grins appeared here and there. A few women shouted questions.

Liam fell back a step. “If anyone has a report they need to make about certain behaviors in this office, now would be an excellent time to file those with HR.” It was the most he could say without accusing Allan outright.

While I’d love nothing more than to turn him over to the mob forming in the main office, we had a better punishment for him.

Cheers rang out behind us. Liam puffed up his chest and went ahead of Allan to make sure the man didn’t try to dart away.

We made it to Alexander’s office unscathed.

Allan wore a look of defiance mixed with calculation. He approached Alexander’s desk and laid his palms down on the rich wood. “Sir, I’m not sure what’s happening, but I would like to lodge a formal complaint against Mr. Moore for unwelcome contact.”

“Shut your fucking mouth.” Alexander stood, looming over Allan. “You want to talk about unwelcome contact? You’re aboutto get an intimate lesson once the inmates at the county prison learn you’ve been stalking, fondling, and blackmailing women into having sex with you.”

Allan’s mask fell for a split second before he pulled it back into place. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“No?” Alexander grinned the same deadly smile that Liam and I wore. “Then you’ll have all kinds of fun defending yourself.” He fisted Allan’s collar in one hand and dragged the man halfway across the desk. “You’d better be thankful I’m not willing to go to jail or I’d beat the shit out of you. I’d kill you here and now and bury your body where no one would ever find it. Death is too good for you. You deserve to suffer for what you’ve put those women through. You’re the worst kind of human garbage, and you’re fired.” He shoved Allan away. The man stumbled back, hit his heel on the carpet, and windmilled until he slammed into me.

I caught his arms and pinned them to his sides. “Was that an attempt to punch me, Allan?” I tsked. “It’s really too bad you didn’t manage it. You might want to be unconscious for this next part.”

“You can’t do this.” He whined and twisted. “I’ve been an employee here for years. My record is spotless. You can’t fire me. What’s the reason?”

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