“You must be joking," Brandi said.
Jail didn't sound nearly as bad as being close to this egotistical windbag. He had a nice *ss, but he was also an *ss.
“Do I look like I'm joking?"
She waved her phone. “I have photos of your wrongdoing. I doubt that you have the upper hand here."
“You're sure those photos are of my wrongdoing?"
She hadn't had a chance to look too closely at what she'd photographed, but why would Zach have a folder on his desk from someone else. No. He was trying to distract her. “I have the photos, Zach. You didn't make me delete them."
He lifted the photo. “You're sure this is my wrongdoing?"
What was he getting at? Of course, it was his wrongdoing. “Zach, I've caught you. I'm going to the police."
She rose.
“I'm not going to stop you, but you might rethink my
