Page 89 of The Suit

“No, Pennington, that isn’t what Cody is for and it won’t help. Not to mention he’s busy trying to find missing bank accounts.”

“I thought you found them?”

“We lost them again.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, that’s fucked up. Sorry, buddy.” He returned the hug I’d given him.

“Thanks, we’ll find them.”

Cody looked up from his desk. “Actually, boss, I have something, but I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for the punchline.

“I think your email was hacked. Sort of.”

An ice-cold pain shot through my chest. There was reams and reams of confidential information in my emails, which is why Cody had installed his firewalls to make it virtually un-hackable, so…

“I thought it couldn’t be hacked?”

“It can’t. You said you never saw that email I sent you about Dainty Lady, right?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know about it until you mentioned it.”

The screen changed and he brought up what looked like a bunch of coding. “According to this log, it was opened and forwarded at five thirteen a.m. last Wednesday morning.”

“Forwarded?” Penn turned to me, looking as puzzled as I should have been. “To whom?”

My jaw clenched hard. I knew exactly where I’d been on Wednesday morning, and now I had an explanation for the churning in my belly from my sixth sense working overtime. Murray might have been the math whiz of the three of us, but even I could put two and two together in this scenario and come up with Beulah.

“Beulah Holmes, am I correct?”

Cody nodded grimly.

My stomach bottomed out and my chest caved like it was made of quicksand, sucking my soul deep into its center. I yanked on my hair once again.

“FUCK!”

What else could she have accessed? My mind ran a million minds an hour, trying to think about when she’d been with me and what she could have seen.

“Can one of you explain to me what’s going on, please?” Penn’s head was moving between Cody and me.

“I got fucking played, that’s what’s going on,” I snarled.

I was going to murder her, slowly. The furnace raging inside me was hot enough to melt steel. If I could have kicked my own ass, I would have. How could I have been so goddamn stupid?

Of course she’d been playing me.

Of fucking course.

My dick and I had fallen right into her Venus fly trap, or whatever.

UGH. FUCK.

“Hang on,” Penn’s brows practically formed a unibrow from how hard he was trying to figure this out. “Beulah did what?”

“It looks like she went through the boss’ email. All the accounts we’d found as evidence have disappeared, so she must have had something to do with it. I’m checking to see what else she might have got ahold of, but I’m not seeing anything else so far.”

“Whoa, fuck, man. That’s fucked up. Fucking Beulah Holmes. I’m sorry, buddy.” Penn squeezed my shoulder before his face turned thunderous again. “You know what? They’re snakes, the lot of them. Fucking Nancy. Fucking Beulah. I’ve had enough of women. I’m done.”

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