Page 253 of Money Reigns
Pull up the office feed.
Olivia’s office flashes onto the monitor.
Empty.
I blink. Refresh. Still empty.
“She’s not in her office,” I grit out, already moving for the door.
Wesley steps in front of me, blocking the way. “Of course she’s not. She hacked into my system and left.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I snap. “Olivia didn’t hack anything. Someone’s using her login, spoofing her credentials—”
“Uh-oh,” Wilder laughs grabbing a drink from my decanter, shaking his head.
“You didn’t tell him?” he asks glancing at Wesley.
Wesley answers clipped. “Apparently neither did she.”
Now I’m getting pissed.
“Tell me what?”
“I told you she was perfect for the job, before you stole her,” Wesley says, switching from his phone to my desk. “You think I let her into WesTech because she makes a killer coffee?”
He groans, dragging a hand through his hair. “She’s not just a glorified assistant, War. Olivia’s a prodigy in my field. Cybersecurity, systems engineering, anomaly detection; she has the credentials and the instincts. She’s the one who found the zero-day exploit in our old firewall when I first started the company up byhackingit. Anonymous. But I traced it back to her.”
He shakes his head. “Her design? I still use.”
“Shewhat?”
My mind is whirling.
My Olivia?
“She applied to NovaRael, but I called her in as soon as Brody told me she didn’t get the job,” Wesley snaps. “She knows how to break a system—my system. Which is why I gave her limited access and never let her near the core servers, figured I could use her in case of an emergency. But now…”
He trails off, connecting his phone to my computer.
I’m frozen. Replaying conversations.
When she mentioned Santo Amato, I told her not to speak his name again.
She was the only person to find the information I needed to get the Parker Building renovations back up.
She was genuinely confused as to why I needed her up here…
I thought she was being cute.
I never thought—
“So what?” I manage. “She’s some kind of tech genius?”
“Yeah,” Wesley says without looking up. “And whatever she was looking for, I need to find out before it’s too late. If she stole—”
“She wouldn’t,” I cut him off.
Wilder chuckles.
