Page 31 of Risky Bet

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Three days later, Jeremy and a team of paralegals video conferenced with Memphis to discuss what they had found overnight. His attorney had taken him seriously and put paralegals to work around the clock.

“You should have a talk with Andrew.”

“Why? What did you find?”

The email client on his laptop dinged, and he clicked over to it.

“We found this thread of emails between him and someone from Miller Holdings.”

He stared at the cryptic messages.

“How do you know they’re going to someone from Miller?”

“It took us awhile to figure that out, but in one of the emails, the sender forgot to mask their email domain and it definitely came from them.”

“He’s my best friend and oldest partner, and you think he’s screwing me over?”

“I don’t know what to think, but it definitely warrants a conversation. So far, this is the only evidence of communication we can find aside from your initial approach when you were considering a contract.”

He thought back to how mad his friend had been when he severed negotiations. Memphis had known from the second meeting that the company was up to something fishy, and he wanted nothing to do with it. Then somehow, a contract had been signed on his behalf without his knowledge, and it was looking more and more like someone on his board was working against him.

Now, because the contract was signed in his company’s name, he was the one facing jail time for the laws that were broken. The CEO of Miller Holdings was also facing fraud charges.

“I’ll talk to him when he comes over this afternoon.”

“Where are we on making restitution to the families that were hurt and severing all ties with Miller?”

“A lot of things are hard right now because they froze some of your business assets. The contracts are null and void, based on your statement that your signature was forged, but until we can prove that it’s not going to help your defense.

“As for making restitution, it implies that you’re guilty and I would rather wait until we have someone else to point fingers at. You’re welcome to take the blame and make payments once someone else is facing jail time, but until then, you need to keep your mouth shut and not approach any of these families.”

He knew his attorney was right, but that didn’t mean he liked it. It was important to put this behind him, clean house on his board, and get the company back on the right track before this escalated to major international news levels.

“God damn it,” he shouted into the room for no reason. “I just want this situation fixed, Jeremy.”

His lawyer, ever the patient one in the room, gave him a sympathetic look through the screen. “I’ve told you a thousand times, Memphis, this isn’t a situation we can just fix. We have to let this play out.”

“I should get off here I’m not accomplishing anything like this. Send me everything you have on Andrew. I need to get some other work done. While you’re at it, get me a list of the families who were hurt in this scheme. I promise not to do anything right now. I just want their names.”

Jeremy scowled. “I’m your lawyer, not your secretary. You have other employees to handle those kinds of things for you.”

“And right now, I don’t know who to trust.”

“Fine. I’ll do it. But you’re getting billed my weekend rate for this shit.”

“You don’t have a weekend rate.”

“I’m instituting one just for you.”

Memphis flipped the camera off and ended the call.

Instead of working like he needed to, he went in search of Rylee and dragged her naked into the swimming pool in a vain attempt to put his troubles out of his mind.

Her slick pussy felt like silk beneath the water as he dragged his fingers through her folds. He planted her on the top step of the pool entrance and spread her thighs wide. “Lay back against the edge and lift your hips. I want your cunt in my mouth,” he growled. She was quick to obey, and he lapped at her pussy, driving her mad with his tongue. She yelped as his mouth closed around her clit and sucked hard.

“Agh, Memphis, that hurts,” she cried out.

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