“Listen, Zara, we have a problem.”
“Oh?”
“I understand that Mr. Wilder was seen with you at Christie’s yesterday?”
“Yes, he was kind enough to—”
“Have you ever read or heard of any scandals or unpleasantries in Mr. Wilder’s life?”
“No, I haven’t.”
She gave a knowing nod. “Thanks to me. He hired me to protect him in all legal matters. More specifically, to clean up his mess. Zara, you are an impending mess. You and I both know your family scandal is about to rear its ugly head and quite frankly, the shit’s gonna hit the fan.”
I reached up to my scarf and ran my fingers over the silk to loosen it, my heartbeat taking off at a rapid rate.
“You’ll probably lose your job,” continued Logan. “Huntly Pierre will attempt to save face before your reputation ruins theirs.”
“What are you saying?” But I knew.
“Cut off all contact with my client. There will be no further interaction with Mr. Wilder, and should you reach out I’ll slam you with a restraining order.”
“I explained everything to Tobias.”
“You can’t use your wily ways on me, Ms. Leighton.”
I blinked back the sting of tears. “I need to speak with him.”
“Did you hear anything I just said?”
“You can’t do this.”
“I’m the one with integrity here, Zara. You were merely hired as our consultant. Your services are no longer required.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Seriously?”
I pushed her for an answer with a nod.
“Your father was embroiled in God knows what. Like most lies, it won’t stay hidden for long. Perhaps you were privy to his criminal activity?”
“My dad was a good man.”
“The evidence proving otherwise is at Christie’s.”
“How did you hear about it?”
“From Tobias, of course. We’ve both reassessed the situation and we’re moving forward with closure with all contact with you.”
“He just texted me and everything seemed fine.”
“Don’t make this any harder on yourself.”
“We don’t know if the painting is real yet.”
“Seriously? You’re not only an expert at spotting fakes, this one actually hung in your own home.”
“What did Tobias tell you?”