Chapter Twenty-Six
Weston
“He’s here,” Viola announces curtly, turning from where she’s staring out the window in my bedroom. “You’re sure this is a good idea?”
“Yeah, I am.” I called Mark earlier this morning and asked him to come by, trying to seem as desperate as possible so Mark would think I want nothing more than his position in the company. “Is he by himself?”
“Yep.”
“Good.” That means he fell for it. Doesn’t make me less nervous, however. “I don’t want him to know you’re here, all right, so stay upstairs.”
“Of course, dumbass.” She grins, sashaying over to stand in front of me, and wraps her arms around my neck. “The camera is all set up. Hopefully, he’ll confess to everything like you want and we can focus on something else…”
“I like the sound of that.”
Can’t afford to get
