“I need time off,” I state, fed up with the conversation. I imagine this isn’t the first time something like this has happened and I sift through the memories of all the shit that’s gone on behind the scenes for years. I never questioned anything, I never suspected a thing. Not until James brought me into the inner circle.

“No,” James answers immediately with no negotiation in his voice.

“Then I quit,” I tell him as my fingers dig into the chair. The only thing I can think about is Kat. She’ll get over the fact I kept this from her. I know she will. It’s not the first time I’ve kept a secret from her. We’ll be okay as long as I’m through with this shit.

His thin lips twist into a half smile as he says, “Well, that can’t happen.” He looks at me with a calculated glint in his eyes. Like he’s been waiting for this and he’s ready for my rebuttal, eager for it even.

“Why not?” I question as my muscles coil. Even though I’m aware it could cause suspicion, I can do whatever the fuck I want. “I’m not going to work for this company anymore.”

“That’s not—”

“It’s called quitting,” I spit back at him. I don’t need this job; I’ve got plenty of money in the bank and my investments, and Kat’s career is finally stable. She bled money for years, but it’s leveling out. We’ll be all right financially and this is what she wants and what I need.

“You can’t just quit.”

“I can, and I am.”

James’s smile fades and he tilts his head to the side, an expression of the utmost sympathy on his weathered face. His deep brown eyes look darker as he picks up a folder on the left side of his desk. It wasn’t hidden, but it’s not labeled and it looks like all the rest.

My eyes follow his movement and my brow furrows until he opens it.

“The hotel had cameras. They’re gone now, of course, but a few snapshots were taken. Some I think you’d find particularly interesting. Maybe enough so to stay.”

I can imagine what they are before he flips the folder open. The eight-by-ten glossy photo paper shows the one thing that proves I lied. I’m walking into the hotel lobby I claimed I didn’t enter. And I’m not alone. Standing right next to me is Tony. Only hours before he was found dead in the rec room of the hotel. The one reserved for our company and the division Bruce is the head of. The photograph of Tony and his bloodshot eyes takes me back to that night. To the moment I found him dead on the floor.

My limbs freeze in waves. Like the betrayal that moves through me.