WILLIAM
I hear the creaking of the door before the sound of footsteps descending the basement stairs. In just a few seconds, Bethany appears on the landing, a confused Leena in tow.
“I brought Leena along,” she says, stopping next to me. “I hope that’s not a problem.”
“It’s not a problem if she can handle what she’s about to witness and keep her mouth shut about it,” I say loud enough for her to hear. “Sanderson will be brought here soon. While we wait, tell me everything you know.”
“Who, me?” Bethany asks.
I shake my head, pointing at Leena who is standing beside her. “No, her.”
She doesn’t hesitate to start talking. She tells me about how Henry tasked her to steal confidential information from my company and how he later framed her. Before I can ask how she discovered all that, th
