Page 104 of #Bossholes

Turns out I was wrong.

Wrong about so many things.

Wyatt huffs a laugh, the sound grating on my skin. “You’ve been playing us the whole time, and we fell right into your trap like a bunch of fucking chumps.”

Fuck him and fuck this.

“I didn’t know it was illegal to run into someone out in public,” I grind out, my blood turning to molten lava. “I can’t believe you think I would do this. You don’t know me at all.”

“You’re right,” Brantley says with a shrug of his shoulders. “We don’t know you. Not the real you.”

All because I ran into another lawyer at the coffee shop, a colleague of theirs. If they had asked instead of jumping to allthese conclusions, I would have told them that he did offer me a job and I very politely declined. That’s it. Nothing else. End of story.

I don’t have a clue how the case files were leaked, and if Thomas is behind the scenes pulling someone’s strings, it sure as hell isn’t mine.

He didn’t mention a thing to me about any of this.

The fact that everything came from my computer is slightly damning, but I’m sure it can be explained. I’m not at my desk twenty-four hours a day. James flits around this office like he owns the damn place. The senior partners, while they usually stay on the other side of the office, could come in here. Hell, even Brianna came up a few times to learn the ropes after that hellish meeting with the junior associates.

We could have gone through this together.

We could have talked about it.

But they’ve already judged me.

I can’t believe I fell for them. They’re so blinded by their own self-righteousness, they can’t see anything else. They’re lawyers, yet they don’t seem to give a rat's ass about the truth.

“Doesn’t look like I know you either. Any of you. The guys I knew would ask questions, but you don’t want the truth. You want someone to blame and I’m an easy target.” I grab the door, fully intent on going back to my office and packing up my shit, but first I turn around, taking in the three of them one by one. “Did either of you assholes even consider someone was setting me up to take the fall or do we only care about justice in the courtroom?”

I’m met with silence and there’s no doubt my words are falling on deaf ears.

“Don’t worry about firing me—I fucking quit. Good luck finding the actual person responsible for this.”

And with that, I’m gone.

Gone from this office and gone from their lives.

FIFTY-THREE

Maverick

I feel absolutely fucking wrecked.The past twenty-four hours have been the worst of my life.

After we cornered Kinsley with what we thought was solid evidence, she didn’t fold. She didn’t admit anything. In fact, she turned it back on us. Her words were weapons aimed right at my heart, and damn if they didn’t hit their target.

Brantley has completely shut himself down. Wyatt is burying himself in work. And I’m not sure about anything anymore.

The computer trail was right there. It all pointed to her. She’s the leak. She had a meeting with Thomas. So, why do I feel like I missed something? Why do I feel like I’m the one who messed up?

I need answers.

I need to have a conversation with Kinsley, a conversation I should have had with her yesterday instead of assuming I had all the facts.

Last night, I tried. After getting our asses handed to us by all the senior partners—partners who are on our executive committee—I tried to go to her place. Or, I guess I should sayBrantley’s place because by the time I got home, she was gone. Her, Colin, all their personal belongings. Everything was gone.

Seeing her empty bedroom was like being gutted, like having my heart ripped out of my chest and thrown in the garbage.

Not that I can blame her. We did this.

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