Page 55 of Billion Dollar Dispute

I’m willing to pay him whatever it takes to get rid of him.

“I… I don’t know.”

I pull out my phone and show him a number. Ten thousand dollars. His eyes widen.

“Yes, that will work.” He nods vehemently.

I transfer the money to his account as he rattles off the details.

“You’ll leave while she and I are out at a meeting at eleven. Don’t tell Molly. Just take your shit and go.”

He remains motionless, but I don’t wait. I need to leave his office before Jemima turns up for work. I also need time to calm down, so she won’t suspect anything.

Pausing at the door, I turn back for a final word. “If I find you here when I get back, I’ll take all the evidence I have on you to the police.”

“I’ll be gone before you return.”

Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I open the door, leave his office, and march back to mine. Needing a distraction, I bury myself in the final few piles of work now that the major issue is dealt with. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I hear the sound of shoes clicking and female voices approaching. I’m still irritated but not as much as before. I turn to my emails, working through them, and once I catch up, I get up to find her.

Despite knowing she’s avoiding me—even if she denies it—I’m feeling much lighter knowing I’m about to see her.

She’s in the break room, talking to Molly. I wander in and make myself a coffee from the new machine I had ordered. She hasn’t commented on it yet, but I don’t think she’ll complain since it benefits her too.

“Mornin’,” I greet them.

Molly beams a cheerful “good morning,” while Jemima avoids my gaze, mumbling, “morning” into her coffee cup.

“Did Chad like the pie?” I ask.

“Yeah, he did. Thanks,” she murmurs again.

She’s being awkward, and it seems Molly's noticed too, as her head tilts as she glances between us.

“Do we need to discuss anything before we head out?” I ask.

Just then, Danny enters the room. His eyes widen, and he looks ready to bolt until Jemima speaks.

“Hey, Danny. I got a new job this morning. Did you want to come?”

My whole body tenses as I glare at him. He gets the message and replies with a tight smile. “No, I have work to finish up here.”

“Alright. What are you working on?” Jemima asks.

He looks around, panicked.Fucking hell, keep it together, you moron.

“Is it a new job?” I offer.

“No, closing one,” he rushes out in a panic.

“Awesome,” Jemima says.

Before she can ask more questions that lead to him stumbling through more lies, I cut in.

“Do you want a drink?” I try to sound pleasant so the girls wouldn’t pick up on anything, but my jaw is unintentionally tight.

“No, I’m good,” Danny mutters, almost running out of the room.

Molly leaves with her coffee, so I don’t ask her anything. Jemima beams. “This week is turning around for us.”

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