Page 62 of My Cruel Billionaire

“Jenna, will you please get to the point?” Michael growled. “I don’t like being strung along like this.”

“All I’m saying is, it doesn’t seem to be working out for you very well at all so far.”

He opened his mouth, but I noticed furtive movement below. I held up my hand in front of his face.

“Shh, quiet,” I said. “The show is just about to begin.”

I pointed down at the entrance. A group of people entered the building as a unit. Many of them wore dark blue uniforms, and they formed a ring around those in gray and tan suits.

“Who the hell is that?” Michael asked.

“It looks to me like New York’s finest, and I’d say that the guys in the suits are with the IRS.”

“The IRS?” Michael looked at me in shocked disbelief. “I can get how you ID’d the cops, but how do you know the other ones work for the IRS? Maybe they’re FBI or something?”

“Oh, call it a lucky guess,” I said cryptically.

The group of cops and agents entered the elevator. Michael was utterly flabbergasted. He swept a hand up his face and pulled his hair back until I could see his scalp.

“What in the hell is going on?” he murmured.

“Oh, the IRS is here to investigate an anonymous tip about documents. Specific documents which happen to contain information about tax fraud.”

“Jenna, this is my building,” he said. “You must be out of your mind. We have to stop them.”

I grabbed his sleeve and held him back.

“No, Michael. We want them to find the documents.”

“We want them to find… I don’t commit tax fraud, how is there even a document that details the ways in which I have done it?”

“Well, because I spent a whole lot of time, effort, and energy forging one, that’s why?”

Michael looked at me as if I had grown a second head.

“I’m not often completely confused, but I admit I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about, Jenna. Would you please tell me what the hell is going on?”

“I made six identical financial reports that imply our company is engaged in a rather twisted tax fraud scheme. Then I gave them to each member of our respective teams.”

“What are you saying, Jenna?”

I turned to him with a grin.

“I’m saying that those loyal to us are going to try and solve this situation internally. The one person who isnotloyal, however…”

Michael gasped.

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, patting his shoulder.

“You wanted the mole to leak the files,” he said. “So they would flush themselves out of hiding.”

“Something like that.”

“Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but how will you know which of the team members betrayed us, if they all got the same reports?”

“Oh, I thought of that,” I said with a chuckle. “And I owe it all to a moment of insight which stemmed from my son coloring puppy dog tails with magic marker.”

Michael looked just as confused at that remark as you would expect anyone to.

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