Page 91 of Not Another Rockstar
“You have to love them for trying,” Phoebe said, just happy to see them enjoying themselves.
All their rehearsals were paying off—Nick looked comfortable being front and centre.
Lena nodded, twisting the stem of her wine glass. It wasn’t like her to fidget.
“Is there something wrong? Phoebe asked, and she stopped twisting.
Lena leaned in a little closer so the people gathered around them wouldn’t hear. “I didn’t know whether to mention this now that Sheen is dead, but a security guard from LouderTech reached out to me. They were fired recently after the incident in the parking garage.”
“What did they want?” Phoebe asked.
“Apparently the security guard’s boss instructed him to record over any footage that you could use against them or Sheen if there was a court case. He did as he was told but made a copy in case it was worth something. Once he completed the task, management told him they were downsizing and he reached out to me,” Lena explained.
“And you have the footage?” Phoebe asked, eager to have some closure.
“He wants five grand for it.”
“Is there even anything on it?”
“He said he wouldn’t have reached out if he didn’t have something worth giving.” Lena topped up her wine glass with the open bottle of white on the table.
Five grand for closure didn’t seem like a bad deal.
“I’ll transfer you the money tomorrow,” Phoebe said, finishing her drink for some liquid courage.
“Are you sure?” Lena asked, but Phoebe needed to know the truth. Even the guys were still suspicious as to whether Sheen had truly been behind all the chaos, and this footage could silence their unanswered questions.
“Is she sure about what?” Axel asked, appearing in front of them. Phoebe hadn’t even noticed the song end.
“About whether to get another round?” Lena said, covering quickly with a bright smile.
“You’re right, I’ve probably had enough,” Phoebe said, putting her hand on top of her glass.
“Then how about you get up off that fine arse and join us for a song?” Axel asked.
She wasn’t going to tell him about the security footage now, not when he was having fun. This was Nick’s night, and all the footage would do was confirm that Sheen had lied about someone leaving an envelope on his desk. It was the last piece of the puzzle. Right now, what scared her most was having to get up in front of a crowd and sing.
“Absolutely not.” Phoebe shook her head in protest. Nothing could drag her up on stage.
Lena tried to contain her amusement.
“Are you kidding? Have you heard her sing?” Nick chuckled, appearing behind Axel.
Axel shook his head.
“I got the artist skills, and he got the musical talent,” Phoebe explained. “Unless you want to clear this place out, I’m going to sit out the karaoke.”
Axel sat down beside her. He leaned in close, his hand brushing her thigh beneath the table where no one would see. “So, you can write beautiful lyrics, but can’t sing?”
“The gods are cruel.” She shrugged. “But hearing you sing my lyrics makes up for such cruelty.”
“Lena, would you care to join us?” Nick asked, offering her his hand.
“Are you sure?” Lena squealed, trying to act like she wasn’t a big fan of theirs.
“More the merrier, you can even pick the next song.”
Phoebe rolled her eyes at her brother trying to enchant her friend.
