Page 109 of The Suit

My curiosity got the better of me. I was bigger than a cat, so foolishly or not I reckoned I could withstand knowing.

“Why are you banging around so much?”

She slammed another one.

“Columbia! Enough.”

She spun round.

I’d never actually seen Kit angry. Murray had, but I’d never believed it could really be as bad as he made it out to be, mostly because Kit seemed to be made of glitter and candy floss, and all things baked. But right now, I could almost feel myself quaking from the daggers of pure rage she was shooting our way.

“You know what, you’re right. It is enough.”

The three of us stayed silent because it felt like a trap. There was no way she was agreeing with Murray that easily.

“I’ve had enough of you all having your heads shoved so far up your asses you can barely even see. You certainly can’t see when you’re being so pig headed and obnoxious, that you’re almost unbearable to be around.” She turned to Penn. “This place is a mess, not to mention the damage done to your face, all from a tantrum you’ve thrown because you’ve been given a baseball team, and it’s the wrong one. A Major League Baseball team! Do you have any idea how ridiculous and spoiled you sound?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “A tantrum is acceptable coming from Florence, who’s two, but you’re thirty-one and you should know better! You’re behaving like a brat. All you do is go on and on and onand onabout who’d be part of your dream team, now you have an opportunity to build it! So stop sulking and fucking build it!”

The only sound you could hear was Kit’s labored breathing after she finally stopped yelling. The three of us were far too shocked at her outburst to find any words.

“I don’t go on and on and on,” Penn mumbled at me from the corner of his mouth.

I stifled a laugh which I instantly regretted because it meant Kit’s glare was now trained on me. I wasn’t sure what I’d done, but I was about to find out.

“You, do you have any idea what Beulah’s been through the past few weeks?”

That had me sitting up and the temperature of my blood swiftly rising. This was a subject Kit had no business crossing into.

“What Beulah’s been through?! You don’t know what you’re talking about, Kit.”

“Oh, don’t I?” she challenged, and I was about to say no, she didn’t, but her narrowed eyes stopped me for some reason, especially as when I glanced at Murray to warn her again, I found he was looking at his feet. “I’ll tell you what I know, shall I? Then you can correct any inaccuracies.”

I stayed silent.

“I know about the email.”

“Yeah, exactly.Iknow about the fucking email too. I know she stole it off my computer and used it against me and my client. I know she closed down all the accounts we’d monitored for evidence, and now Cody’s been working round the clock to find more!” I raged.

“Are you finished?”

“No…” I tried to continue but she interrupted me, just as I’d done to her.

“That wasn’t an invitation to continue. And I wasn’t done talking.”

From the corner of my eye, I watched Murray slowly move to the counter where the coffee was and pick up where Kit had left off. I could feel Penn still huffing next to me.

“Beulah took that email…”

“Stole!” I spat.

“Did you know she was being blackmailed at work?” she shot back.

I was prepared to contradict whatever she had to say to me about Beulah because it was not an argument she would win. Except, this statement took me by surprise.

“What?”

“That firm Beulah worked for had promised her partner, but they kept asking her to do more and more to earn it. The last thing they’d asked her to do was to spy on you.”

I clenched my fists. That fucking firm! They deserved everything they were going to get this weekend, and more. But it changed nothing.

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