Page 104 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

My stomach tightens. “What?”

“Tina Martinez, your contact at Eco-Source, received a phone call asking specific questions about Mrs. Rossi the day before the fire.”

“What kind of questions?” I ask, my voice dangerously quiet.

“Her schedule. Whether she was involved in the material selection. When she might be visiting the facility.”

A cold fear grips me, different from any business concern. “Are you telling me they were targeting Tatiana?”

“Not conclusively. But it raises concerns.”

I stand abruptly, anger surging through me. “And you’re just telling me this now?”

“I’ve had Nichols and Franks on high alert,” Jake says calmly. “They were both there with her, at GreenFrame. We’ve been monitoring all approaches since then, and making sure she’s accompanied whenever she’s out. They’re basically camping outside Christopher’s office. She’s hasn’t been in any imminent danger.”

I pace the length of my office, trying to process this. “Let me get this straight. She walked right into a potential corporate espionage situation at GreenFrame. And you let her?”

“With all due respect, sir, Mrs. Rossi is rather... determined when she sets her mind to something. And she was fully protected at all times.”

I almost laugh at that. Jake’s right, of course. Tatiana is nothing if not determined. Still, the idea that she could have been targeted because of her connection to me makes me sick to my stomach.

I sigh. “All right. All right. But I want a complete threat assessment on Morgan. All his movements, communications, everything for the past month.”

Jake nods. “Already in progress.”

“And I want to be notified immediately if she’s in any danger.”

He nods. “Understood.”

I drop back into my chair, my mind racing. “Have we secured the GreenFrame supply chain? Are they vulnerable to the same tactics?”

“We’ve already stationed private security at their main facility, and our cyber team is monitoring their systems. We’re not taking any chances.”

I nod, grateful once again for Jake’s thoroughness. This is why I pay him the obscene salary I do.

“And what about Tatiana’s apartment building?”

Jake raises an eyebrow. “Her apartment?”

“Yes. She’ll be moving back there soon.” The words taste bitter in my mouth. He doesn’t know about the planned annulment, and I consider letting him in on it right now, but figure he’ll know soon enough. “I want to make sure it’s secure.”

“We’ll do a full assessment and upgrade as needed,” Jake promises. “Though I should note that Mrs. Rossi hasn’t been informed about the security concerns yet.”

I pause, considering. “Don’t tell her. Not yet. She’s already got enough on her plate.”

Jake gives me a look that suggests he doesn’t entirely agree with keeping Tatiana in the dark, but he nods. “Your call, boss.”

After he leaves, I sit alone in my office, staring at the photo of Morgan Weiss. The man and his boss have always been a snake, but targeting a supplier is one thing. Asking questions about Tatiana crosses a line that makes my blood boil.

I pick up the phone and dial Christopher’s private line. It’s an encrypted connection. Not even the NSA could listen in on our conversation if they wanted to.

“Dom,” he answers. “Wasn’t expecting to hear from you today.”

“Your father is trying to sabotage my resort project,” I say without preamble.

A heavy sigh on the other end. “What’s he done now?”

I fill him in on Morgan Weiss, the fire, and the missed deadline we narrowly avoided thanks to Tatiana’s quick thinking.

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