And it was true. In my line of work, reputation and integrity were my entire business. Yet I couldn’t help but laugh. “Believe me, after you told the police you take guys from The Greenroom back to your place a few times a week, they won’t even look at me. And why would they? If I wanted access to your laptops or any of your financial accounts, I could do it without getting off my couch.”

Rob looked as though he was about to snarl at me, but he bit it back. Maybe he could tell I wasn’t in the fucking mood. “Sorry my home being robbed, my privacy being violated, is such an inconvenience to you,” he said. His tone was neutral, but his smirk gave his intent away. “Did I interrupt a date or something?”

“Okay,” Michael said flatly. “One, what Hennessy does in his private time is none of your business. Two, this incident, while unforeseen and out of all our control, undermines weeks of work that Hennessy has done.” Michael looked at me and asked a question he already knew the answer to. “Can you fix this before the relaunch next week?”

I gave him a grateful smile. “Of course I can. I’ll let you two sort out the legal details. I’ll be in my office where I will, no doubt, be for every hour of the next six days.”

I left them to it, went into my office, and pulled up the dozen files that would need new passwords throughout, new firewalls, new encryption patches, and coding rewrites. I didn’t have to redo anything from scratch. I just needed to run scans and patches, check ports, and I’d probably spend more time amending the final reports and data for his IT team. It wasn’t a total loss. It was just a huge pain in my arse.

It was also a great distraction from my sore heart. Yes, I had to speak to Jordan. I just needed to deal with this mess first.

Three hours later, I’d confirmed there’d been no immediate breach and had started on the long and tedious path to fixing this whole mess. Michael had gone home an hour ago—there was no point in us both being zombies tomorrow—so I shut everything down and went home, not even feeling the bite of cold as I left the building and slipped into a cab.

My alarm went off a few hours later, and the first thing I did was check to see if Jordan had replied.

He hadn’t.

He hadn’t replied when I trudged my sorry arse back to the office, and he hadn’t replied when Michael passed a fresh coffee to me just before nine. “Still no reply?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Did you try calling him?”