Page 92 of The Chase
She seemed to enjoy not responding to that. “Don’t take advantage of his kindness.”
It made me wonder if all those photos of Tobias escaping on his motorbike were of him trying to get away from her.
“I’m calling him right now—” I reached for my phone.
She got to it first and snatched it up. “I’m here on Mr. Wilder’s behalf. I represent his wishes. Let’s put this torrid situation to bed. Don’t you want to be left with some dignity at least?”
“Please leave.”
“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding.” She stepped back with my phone. “You won’t need this.”
“It was a gift!” I reached for it but the phone was already in her handbag.
“But of course you’ve fallen hard for the charismatic billionaire. You want to believe something more is possible. Woman to woman, stop embarrassing yourself.”
“I object to that.”
“If you care about Tobias, you’ll do the right thing.” She stormed out.
“Please tell your client we’ll be in touch,” I called after her.
“No need.”
“Ruby?” I played my hunch. “Ruby Ryan?”
She paused in the doorway and twisted her head to the left, proving she knew that name. When she turned to face me, I saw the truth in her startled gaze and realized Tobias had used her elite membership to the private orgy to get us in.
Ruby was Logan’s alias.
“You’ll never see him again.” She stormed off.
With weak legs I managed to make it to my chair.
I hated the idea Tobias might have attended one of those parties with her.No, I reassured myself, he’s already told you he doesn’t share his women.
I’d merely glimpsed further into Logan’s psyche; she was not only ambitious but also had a penchant for debauchery.
Mortified, I realized she’d seized my only way of contacting Tobias.
Logan’s floral perfume lingered...
Sucking in a shaky breath I tried to center myself, draw on that courage I’d always managed to rally when life’s edge went for my jugular.
I reached into my handbag and brought out my old iPhone. Its smashed screen was now an omen to all the crap I’d not seen coming. The thing still worked, thank goodness.
My gaze found those tall buildings rising out of Canary Wharf again. I was sure I’d find a number for Tobias’s offices by a simple online search.
But what was the point?
My heart sank with the realization that if I was going down I had no right to take anyone with me, not Huntly Pierre, and certainly not Tobias.
Gathering my files I continued to prepare for that meeting I’d just asked for, determined to at least prove I had the talent for this job—
Even if it was my bloody last day.
All I had to do was keep it together and not embarrass myself by becoming a jabbering mess long enough to deliver what I’d discovered.
I was about to turn this case on its head.
