Page 193 of Money Reigns

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Maybe the bathroom.

I check the staff restroom down the hall. Nothing.

I double back, step into my own office, push open the bathroom door.

Maybe she slipped in without me noticing.

Empty.

The unease settles deeper.

I head to the front desk. “James,” I snap. “Where’s Olivia?”

He blinks, surprised. “Uh… she left about an hour ago, Mr. Beaumont.”

The words hit like a blade sliding between my ribs.

Left? Without me?

I pull my phone, dial her. It rings, and rings.

Voicemail.

I stab at it again as I walk, long strides carrying me into the elevator. The doors close. I call again.

No ringing this time. Straight to voicemail.

My stomach drops like stone.

Her phone is off?

The elevator dings. My blood runs cold, then hot. My mind snaps to the only possibility.

Wesley working with the Amatos.

They want the Parker Building.

I storm his floor, my thumb hammering Olivia’s number again and again, each time met with the same empty voicemail.

By the time I reach his office, my blood is pounding loud enough to drown out thought. I throw the door open without knocking.

And freeze.

Evie.Blonde. Plump. In Wesley’s lap, her mouth swollen from a kiss.

I can barely register, I only see red.

“What the fuck did you do?” I snarl, voice sharp enough to slice the air.

Wesley jerks back, face flushing. “Evie, give me a minute.”

She scrambles up, cheeks flaming, and slips past me, closing the door.

Wesley snaps at me, breathless. “What the hell is wrong with you? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Olivia,” I bark. My hands fist at my sides. “She’s not here, and when I call, it goes straight to voicemail.”

I charge toward his desk.

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