Page 55 of Legal Desire
“You issued statements about our cases,” he said. “You helped me show what those corporations were covering up.”
“Your cases were easy,” she said. She’d never had a crisis of conscience over them. “But Ronan’s... What we did to Muriel Sanz...”
“Made her a household name,” Trev said. “Her career is bigger than it ever was. Hell, she was just voted the world’s most beautiful woman.”
But the magazine that had given her the title was only looking at her outside. Thanks to McCann Public Relations, everyone had thought the supermodel was ugly inside—that she was a liar and a cheat.
But that had been Ronan’s client, Muriel’s ex-husband.
“Stop beating yourself up about that,” Trevor told her.
How had he known that it bothered her? Most other people thought she truly was an ice queen who had no feelings and no conscience—just like her mother.
She shivered. But Trevor had gotten to know her, so well that it scared her even more than someone trying to take down her firm. But since Trevor knew her so well, he would know exactly how to hurt her, take away what mattered most to her. Her company...
“Was it your idea?” she asked, and she gestured at the television again. It had stopped at the end of the report.
His eyes widened in shock or maybe innocence. Was it real or feigned, though? She couldn’t trust anything about him—anything he said or did.
He shook his head. “I was with you right after I left here.”
“You could have called her on the way to my office,” she said. “Or you could have had one of your partners or Miguel do your dirty work.”
Just like they had always had her do it.
Karma really had bit her in the ass. She deserved this, whatever this was.
“It was the mole,” Trevor said.
“What mole?”
“Our mole.”
But was it their mole? What if it had never been their mole?
“You said the cases that were sabotaged were ones I had worked on,” she said.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Every one of them I had touched?”
“Yes, that’s the only reason I thought it could have been you. You were the only thing every one of them had in common.”
She released a shaky sigh as she realized what that meant. “Oh, my God,” she murmured, “It was me...”
