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Her whole body ached and was deliciously sated at the same time. It was such an incongruous combination of feelings, she could barely process it.
As soon as she heard his chair turn, she opened her eyes. She didn’t move a muscle as she watched him type his password into the prompt that appeared on the blackened screen.
He didn’t use facial recognition to unlock his computer. She wasn’t surprised. That could have been used against his will, outside his control, the way a password never could.
He might sound perfectly cool and controlled, but he wasn’t. He’d obviously been affected by the hot sex they’d just had too. He was breathing heavily, and his typing was halting and slow.
This had always been a long shot, but she’d decided it was worth the effort. If he typed slowly enough, she might be able to follow the letters that were keyed in.
#53559#bLossOm?95535?
Her eyes were closed again when he turned back around to check on her.
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The next day,Kelly had to wait until late afternoon before she got a chance to get on Caleb’s computer.
Breah was around all the time, and there was simply no excuse for Kelly to be in Caleb’s office if she were to get caught.
Finally Breah left the house to go shopping. As soon as she saw the car pull out of the gates, Kelly hurried downstairs.
The office was locked, of course, but Kelly knew where the household keys were kept now, so she grabbed them from the kitchen, ran to open the office, and then returned the keys in case Breah returned quicker than expected.
On an edge of excitement and anxiety, Kelly locked the office behind her. She’d been thinking clearly enough yesterday to make a stray comment after they had sex about how she hoped their session wasn’t caught on security cameras, and Caleb had laughed and told her the only cameras were outside and in the entry areas. He didn’t want to be on camera in his own home. So she thought she would probably be okay as long as she was quick.
She ran to the computer and typed in the password. To her relief, the home screen immediately opened up. He probablychanged his passwords often, but he must not change them daily.
After that, it was really just a guessing game.
She tried the email first, being careful not to make any changes to his inbox in case he had it opened on his office computer and would notice. She checked out the folders but saw nothing of interest—certainly nothing that went back seventeen years. Next, she tried the deleted and sent mail, but all of that must be purged regularly.
There was nothing in the email that could help her, so she closed it down and pulled up his document folders.
There were hundreds of them—so many she stared blankly, overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of information he kept on this computer.
It was all perfectly organized though. Each folder labeled with the project or task and folders inside folders, compartmentalizing each document neatly.
He had an assistant, she reminded herself. He probably didn’t do all this organization on his own.
She scanned through the names of the folders, but she didn’t see one with any name connected to her father. It was so long ago he might not even keep records of it anymore.
What she needed might be in some obscure file cabinet in his company’s storage room.
What she needed might have been destroyed ages ago.
She found a group of folders titled only by years and clicked on the one with the year of her father’s death.
There was a whole group of folders inside it—a variety of different projects. And there was a folder with the name of the shipping company her father worked for.
In that folder was another folder with a name she recognized.
V. DiMauro.
Vinnie had been one of her dad’s bosses. He’d come over for dinner occasionally when she was little.
Her hands were trembling as she clicked on it, looking at the new folders that appeared on the screen.Project names she didn’t recognize but also dates.
She clicked on the date closest to her father’s death and blinked at the number of folders that pulled up. When she opened one of the documents, it was filled with detailed information and financial transactions she’d never be able to decipher. She pulled out the jump drive she’d brought and copied the entire project folder, glancing at the clock to reassure herself she’d only been in the office fifteen minutes.
