Page 108 of Dubious Match
“Ya know what, mine might be bigger,” I decide, standing to retrieve my laptop. “I’ve been trying not to stoop to her level, but fuck it.”
Lifting the device that’s a weapon when in my hands, I walk back to the couch. Emilia simply stands and gloats at the other side of the road, and occasionally cars drive in front of her to hide her ugly mug. Rolling my eyes when I know she can’t see me due to the passing of traffic, I sit back down next to Hayes.
“I’m officially pissed off,” I grumble, opening my computer. “You know, I wonder what she’ll do when her calendar is fucked with…”
Chuckling, Hayes gets comfortable. “You sound like Callum right before he loses his shit on someone’s security system,” he says.
“I’ve played nicely,” I say, my fingers typing as I code. Finding a back door in the ROWS network, I delete different engagements out of calendars from all of those that have them in the system. It’s random in its design, so any IT employee would say that it’s a glitch.
“You have,” Hayes says, watching me out of the side of his vision with a smirk. “Now you get to be bad.”
“Mmhmm, isn’t that how it works?” I ask.
I move from file to file so it looks haphazard, corrupting important information and “misplacing” money in their trust so it looks as if someone is embezzling. Humming under my breath, I create chaos happily.
“She’s still watching us,” Hayes says.
“It’s not unusual for me to work on my computer during a meeting,” I remind him.
By the time I’m done, I’m able to say that the ROWS headquarters will be in complete disarray, and none of it will be able to be undone. Not to mention, I haven’t even touched Emilia’s computer yet.
“Let’s see what nightmares live in Emilia’s system,” I grumble.
“I thought you’d hit that first,” Hayes chuckles.
“Self gratification has its best results when delayed,” I say. “Plus, I’m laying down distractions so that I can hide what I’m doing. Is she still out there?”
“Yes, the cuntcicle is still talking to her merry band of pod people created in her image,” Hayes says. “I think she’s pissed that you’re not paying attention to her.”
“I’m paying plenty of attention,” I mutter, maneuvering through the network to Emilia’s computer. “I’m erasing the next three months of events in her computer which also syncs to her phone.”
“What does Emilia get up to anyway?” Hayes asks.
Going through her calendar, I scowl. “That’s bold of her to have several meetings with known omega sex traffickers,” I say.
Pulling out his phone, Hayes opens the note section app. “Please, give me names. I’m really fucking bored and I need people to torture,” he says.
I rattle off the names, frowning when I get to Madam Clara’s name.
“Hmm,” I mutter. “Madam Clara isn’t in the area anymore that I know of. She’s the alpha I’ve been watching to release her next auction dates. I really think she may have the missing omegas from Club Slick.”
“Is there anything else to go on? What’s the date that she has for the meeting?” Hayes asks.
“It’s a phone call, not an in person meeting, and it’s set for next week at three,” I say. “There’s a phone number attached to the meeting. Will you take down this number?”
I rattle off the details before I delete it. Once I’m done going through the other meetings that Emilia has, I delete those as well. My inner petty is showing, and I don’t care. This omega has been making my and countless others’ lives a living hell.
If I can return the favor to make her life uncomfortable, then I will.
“I want to see what’s in her emails,” I say, forcing myself not to look up. “Maybe that’s where she’s been talking to MadamClara. It would figure if the auction isn’t being advertised on the dark web.”
“Is this the floating auction that Mr. Sullivan was telling me about?” Hayes asks.
“Yes. It looks like she wants to mimic Club Slick’s business model, but is attempting to lay low,” I say. “While I don’t blame her for that decision, it’s been making it difficult for me to find… Got ya!”
Hayes chuckles as I open an email that’s addressed by Madam Clara.
“Emilia, I hope this email finds you well. As you know, I’ve decided to open a floating auction,”I read under my breath. “I’ve been getting myself settled in the South, and am enjoying the warmer weather. You asked me to tell you when my next auction would be, which is why I’m messaging you. If you’ve decided that I’m too far for you to send me inventory, I completely understand.”
