Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I always get what I want, and what I want is her.
Nick: I assume you’re already on your way home, but I could’ve told you where the spares are. My housekeeper keeps them stocked.
I send the text off and slide my phone into my jacket pocket when the elevator doors slide open. My shoes snap crisply over the tile floor of the elevator before I step out onto the carpet that lines the hallways.
My assistant falls into step beside me just before I make it to my office, pressing a fresh cup of coffee into my hand as she follows me to my desk.
“I emailed you a list of all the files we’ve found so far that were either opened or edited remotely last night,” Julie says as she snaps an armful of paper folders down on my desk.
I take a sip of the coffee—hot enough to burn my tongue, black, no sugar—and sit in my plush leather rolling chair with an exhausted sigh.
“Wonderful,” I sarcastically reply, curling my lip at my computer screen as I boot it up and log into my work email.
“I’m looking into all other remote access in the last month to weed out anyone doing work out of the office to ensure we find every account that was accessed.”
The protective beast chained behind my ribcage thrashes when I see Riley’s name on the list.
“Make it the last two months. If there’s anyone but me or Marcus doing work remotely, I want their entire logged history.” I glare at the list of edited files, a headache brewing at my temples. “Call Cassie Liu from IT in to help you with this.”
She’s always been a high performer, and more importantly, Riley likes her. I don’t trust her more than anyone else, but I’ll hedge my bets on her having Riley’s best interest at heart.
For now.
“Yes, sir.”
“I want to know who’s behind this and what they were looking for ASAP.” If my own employees can’t figure it out, I’ll have to call Bruno and ask him to find me someone who can work under the table on this sort of thing. I really don’t want to owe him that kind of favor. “Give Miss Liu access to whatever she needs in the database.”
Julie nods sharply, already scribbling notes on the legal pad in her hand. “Yes, sir.”
My phone buzzes, and I pull it out to read the newest text from Riley.
Riley: Stopped to grab some coffee. Your housekeeper, huh? I should’ve guessed you had one lol.
“Is there anything else?” I ask, glancing up from my phone to glare balefully at the files stacked up on my desk.
God, what I wouldn’t give to be back in bed with Riley instead of going through fucking paperwork right now. If this asshole had just waited to try to hack into our database—or whatever the hell they were up to—I could be buried inside her right now.
I tap out my response as Julie makes a thoughtful noise and leafs through the files on my desk, separating a few out from the stack.
Nick: Could’ve gotten you coffee, too, Miss Morgan. There are perks to being a CEO, the least of which are toothbrushes and coffee.
She responds in seconds.
Riley: Can’t keep me all to yourself, sir. I have to catch up on these chores at some point.
She must know exactly what she’s doing calling me that.
I carefully bite back the grin that tugs at my lips before Julie looks back up with a smaller stack of files in her hand. She glances curiously at my phone but knows better than to ask questions.
Nick: Don’t tempt me, Princess. You do dangerous things to my self control.
The immediate response I’m expecting doesn’t come in, and I lock my phone before turning my attention back to Julie.
I’m here because this breach is serious. I can tell by the tense lines around Julie’s eyes that I’m pushing the limits of her patience. She won’t do anything about it, of course, but she’s just trying to do her job. We both want to get out of here.
I drop my eyes to the files in her hand and nod for her to continue, not offering any apology or explanation.
“These are the highest risk.” She holds out the files for me to take, and I flip through them as she speaks. “They’re highlighted in the email as well. I’m working my way through the mid-level breaches.”
She only hands me four files from the larger stack. Whoever was snooping around was obviously looking for something to do with the top of the food chain—they attempted to get into my personnel file along with Marcus’s, and Thomas’s donation records were accessed. The Fourneaux file is the only thing that seems odd among them. Sure, they’re a big client, and the data is sensitive, but the only reason I have any direct involvement in it is because it’s an excuse to loom over Riley’s shoulder.