Not wanting to go back to the club this pissed off, I decided I’d swing by my house and get another shot of whiskey to help me calm down. Once inside, I grabbed the bottle I kept in the cabinet by the fridge and snagged my laptop before falling back onto the couch. Taking a drink of whiskey straight from the bottle, I started up the laptop and went to access the security footage from the club. I wanted to know what she’d been doing in my office earlier. No one else had access to these files. I’d never needed the security footage for anything, and hopefully, I never would, but it was good to have just in case someone ever broke in. The day of Emma’s interview when she’d arrived all flushed was the first time I’d ever actually gone in to review the footage.
When I was logged in, I clicked t
