Page 50 of Such A Good Guy

“Where are they?” I repeated.

He shrugged with an attitude of nonchalance. “I’ve shown Mr. O’Neill the books and he’s fine with all the necessary expenditures.”

Pure rage seemed to flow through my veins.

Maybe it was the twin pregnancy hormones, but I could have throttled him in that moment.

Fucking disrespectful asshole, pretending like this shitty accounting wouldn’t be incredibly obvious.

“I didn’t ask if you showed it to this Harrison County himbo!” I said, my voice hard. “I said I want to see the books. Therealnumbers. And you are going to show them to me.”

Ignatius suddenly looked like he was sweating under the collar, his beady eyes darting around, and I put one hand firmly on his laptop, just one second before he did.

“Luke. . .” he said, his voice trailing off.

And, fuck, Iknewthen for sure.

He tried to tug the laptop out from my fingers, but since I was pretty sure it held the evidence of how he’d been stealing money from Luke, I wasn’t about to let it go.

I looked up, my eyes narrowing as my hand clamped tight around the laptop.

“How dare you take advantage of this ignorant simpleton,” I said, through my gritted teeth. “He may not know a debit from a credit, but I assure youIdo and I am going to find every single place where you stole money.”

“How did you figure this out?” Luke drawled from beside me. “I swear, your mind is the most beautiful thing, Luna.”

I ignored him, watching Ignatius with angry eyes.

He was sweating profusely by this point, big droplets of sweat racing down his handsome face and soaking his collar.

And he suddenly turned and bolted for the door.

I was so fucking furious I grabbed up a stapler and threw it at him, but unfortunately it missed and gouged a huge hole in the office wall.

“Shit,” I said.

“Never mind about that,” Luke said soothingly. “I have a lot of money. I could buy this whole building.”

But Ignatius wasn’t getting out of it that easily.

I gave chase.

“Stop!” I cried, charging as fast I could after him.

Hell, these pregnancy hormones were incredible if they had me this ragey. I was normally a very even-tempered person.

Ignatius looked back at me and I was pleased to see fear in his eyes.

I was wheezing but I was determined to catch him.

Unluckily for him the front door was locked, and he whirled around just as I came panting around the corner.

In a fury, I grabbed one of the walking sticks from beside the door and swung it at Ignatius, connecting with his ribs with a satisfying crack.

“Amazingjob, angel,” Luke said, and even though I was a fast runner, he was only approximately one and a half inches behind me.

Damn, he didn’t even sound out of breath. I needed to hit the gym.

I swung at Ignatius again.

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