"Paul, don't be so dramatic. I've been here for three years and never heard of any company secrets. And now you're saying my boyfriend stole them? What's your game?" Laura glared at him, her eyes wide with anger. A careful observer might have noticed her knuckled grip on her shirt, betraying her nervousness.
She didn't know what these so-called secrets were, but she was certain Paul was trying to frame Justin. She didn't care what happened to herself—she could handle it. But Justin had already been to jail once, and she couldn't let it happen again.
They had plenty of ways to ruin someone, especially since Justin was right there in their company. All they had to do was call the police, and Justin wouldn't stand a chance. He wouldn't be able to explain himself—an outsider caught in their
