Page 115 of Logan
But maybe, just maybe, I can manufacture an excuse to summon her to my office today, to steal a private moment, tosee if the electricity still crackles between us the way it did that night...
Lost in heated thoughts, I barely notice when the elevator glides to a smooth stop. I stride out and make a beeline for my office.
I slip inside and shut the door, dropping my leather suitcase in the corner before slumping into my chair with a weary groan. I scrub my hands over my face, my stubble rasping against my palms. How the hell am I going to survive this day on no sleep and a ton of pent-up frustration?
I hit the intercom button.
“Emily?”
“Yes, Mr. Valeur?” I hear the faint clack of her manicured nails on the keyboard.
“Please bring me a triple shot espresso. The strongest we have.”
“Right away, Mr. Valeur.”
I disconnect without another word.
“Right away, Mr. Valeur.” The sardonic mockery in the familiar voice jerks my head up, and I find Liam lounging in my doorway.
“Does she call you that in bed, too? ‘Oh yes, Mr. Valeur, harder’?” He puts on a breathy falsetto, batting his eyelashes.
I fix him with a withering glare. “I don’t fuck my secretaries, and you damn well know it.”
“Yeah, I do. You’re too much of a tight-ass to do something that scandalous. Too busy being the perfect manager to dip your pen in the company ink.” He smirks. “But speaking of scandalous... There was an incident while you were away. Something I need to talk to you about. I need you in the conference room. Now.”
He sounds serious. My full attention snaps to him. “What is it?”
“Just come.”
I follow him down the hallway, surprise flickering through me when I spot Lucas lounging in one of the leather chairs.
“Lucas? What are you doing here?”
“The issue involves Valeur Enterprises, so I called him,” Liam says, closing the door behind us.
“Sounds serious.” I take a seat, noting the tension crackling between my brothers.
Liam pulls out his phone, fiddling with it for a moment. “Just...watch this.” He places the device on the desk and hits play, the tinny speaker not quite masking the unmistakable sounds now filling the room.
Sloane’s breathy moans, the erotic slap of flesh on flesh, my guttural groans... I lunge for the phone, stabbing at the screen until the recording stops. I stare at Liam as I try to process what I just witnessed.
“What...? What the fuck is this?”
“That lovely little video was anonymously emailed to me and a few other Valeur execs, late last night. Recognize the decor? Among other things?”
Oh God. Oh, fucking hell. Ice slides through my veins even as hot shame crawls up the back of my neck. This can’t be happening.
“Who sent it?” I demand. Who filmed it? We were alone, I made sure...
Liam shakes his head. “No clue. I tried calling you, but you were out of reach on that flight. I had no choice but to start damage control on my own.”
“Damage control?” The words emerge strangled, horrormounting as the reality of the situation crashes over me. “What did you do, Liam?”
“The only thing I could do to protect the company. I called Sloane into my office this morning for a meeting about the video.”
“Jesus, Liam, tell me you didn’t?—”
“Yeah, you probably recognized her. She was at the apartment in London the day you arrived. She’s our top employee. The last thing I wanted was to fire her, but if the video leaks, we’ll be in all the headlines. That deal you went to save with Thomas? You think he’ll stay with us when he sees something like this?”
