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I gritted my teeth.
I would go and Iwouldhave fun.
Chapter Thirteen
Dani
Two days of sneaking around, following Sasha and tracking her every move at LeFranc and I finally had my proof. It came in the form of a tiny Swedish tailor named Julian who spoke terrible English, but not so terrible that I couldn’t milk out the information I needed.
After an uncomfortable back and forth in the elevator, he confirmed that yes, he was working with Sasha on her wedding gown. Not designing. Just altering, tweaking a dress that was already made. The thought of my gown being tweaked to fit her body made me feel sick, but I pushed aside the discomfort. If I had any hope of getting it back, I had to stay focused.
Back at my desk, I sent Chase a text.Basement. 3:30 PM. Outside the elevators.
Message received,he texted back.
Chase was already in the hallway when the elevator finally deposited me on LeFranc’s bottom floor at 3:37 PM. He leaned against the wall, his foot nervously tapping against the floor. “What took you so long?” he asked, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the elevator.
“I couldn’t get rid of Mylie,” I said. “She kept asking me questions about Hank up in accounting.”
“Hank? Really?” He motioned to his head. “With the...hair thing?”
I shrugged. “Maybe she likes bald guys?”
“No, no. Being bald is different than being bald and wearing a toupee. You’re not allowed to put both kinds of men in the same category.”
I looked up and down the hallway. “Have you seen anyone else?” I asked him.
“Are you kidding? No one ever comes down here. I don’t think these rooms have been used since we made all our clothes in-house.”
I started down the hallway, motioning for Chase to follow. “Which is exactly why Sasha would meet Julian down here.”
“Who’s Julian?”
“He’s the tailor who’s altering Paige’s dress to fit Sasha. At least, Ithinkhe is.”
“Ohhh, the plot thickens.”
I tried a door to my left. Locked. “We’ve got to find a place to hide.”
“What? Right now?”
I glanced at my watch. “She has a fitting scheduled at four. If I can just see the dress and know for sure, then...”
“Then what?”
I sighed and looked at Chase. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll figure it out when it happens.”
Chase crossed his arms. “Dani, this could cost you your job.”
I put my hands on my hips. “I know that. But I can’t let her steal the dress. How would I ever tell Paige?”
He nodded. “I get that. It’s just...” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’m here for you, all right? You know I’ve got your back. But I can’t losemyjob. On principle, I wish I could, but Darius’s mom isn’t doing great and we’ve been sending money to her every month, and there’s—”
“Chase.” I stopped him. “I would never ask you to jeopardize your job.”
He shook his head, his eyes full of sadness. “It’s not right what she’s doing to you.”
“It’s not right that I’ve let her get away with it for so long.” I took a deep breath. “Just be my moral support, all right? Stay hidden with me; don’t let me lose my nerve.” I tried the next door in the hallway, expecting it to be locked, and almost hit the ground when it swung open, depositing me into one of LeFranc’s old workrooms.
