Page 188 of Enthrall Shadows
I’d been kind to my staff. I’d given them the time off they requested, been generous with bonuses and listened to their ideas—implemented many of them, too. I’d given credit when credit was due.
Reviewing interactions with our person of interest, I could say with confidence I’d been a great boss to them.
After the barista prepared an Earl Grey for Cameron as well, we sat down in a quiet corner and waited for the suspect to appear. I felt the gut-wrenching reality that an employee’s life was about to be ruined. They would even face prison time.
The tea I drank was soothing, but it did nothing to eradicate the bitterness of betrayal.
Cameron lifted his cup and took a sip. “It took Shay just five weeks to find them.”
“We knew he would.”
“You’re welcome,” said Cameron.
“Yeah, I’m never going to live that down. Stealing Shay from Enthrall.”
“He’s part of our family,” he said.
“True.”
An elevator pinged and Jen strolled out with her head held high. She saw us and walked toward us with her usual bright demeanor. “Hey, Cameron, how are you?”
He beamed back at her. “Doing well.”
She had that usual flushed appearance of a woman in Cameron’s orbit.
The barista saw Jen and set about making her usual drink. She thanked him and came and sat beside us. “Just grabbing some lunch in the courtyard. Want anything?”
“Lunch is on us today,” said Cameron.
“Thank you!” She waved a hand in the air, embarrassed. “You spoil me.”
“Today is a good day,” I said.
“Because you finally settled on your signature brand?”
Yes, but that beloved formula wasn’t in the envelope she’d carried to the lab.
That creation remained locked away in my wall safe.
The elevator pinged and we watched it ascend from the lowest floor—the lab.
Shay led the way.
Behind him, several guards were escorting Felix Jones out of the elevator. They steered him toward the exit.
“What happened to him?” asked Jen.
I studied her carefully. “You handed him the envelope?”
“You told me to take it to the lab.” She looked horrified.
“I did.”
She stared off toward Felix. “What did he do?”
“Allegedly,” said Cameron, “he was caught photographing and then texting the brand to Dandelion Diva.”
Jen went pale. “I handed it to him. Oh, my God. I thought—”
