Page 252 of Money Reigns
“Christ,” I mutter. “I thought she was at least thirty-five with the way she complains.”
Wilder smirks. “You’d think she came out of the womb filing lawsuits.”
“Or monologuing about her‘value in the family business,’” Wesley adds with a groan.
I shake my head, half amused, half exasperated. “Maybe weshouldpay someone to date her. Get her to latch onto some poor bastard instead ofclinging to Beaumont Enterprises like it’s her birthright.”
“She’s still running that makeup line though,” Wilder says, not bothering to hide the surprise in his voice. “What’s it called again? Blood Vow?”
Wesley corrects him. “No that’s just the lipstick line. And it’s actually doing well. I saw the quarterly. Someone must be running it for her.”
“She’s got vision,” I admit. “Just no off switch.”
“Or filter.”
“Or awareness of her lane.”
I lean back, mulling it over. Twenty-nine. Somehow I thought she’d crept further into spinster territory.
I tap my fingers against the desk, calculating. “If she shows up here or corners either of you, just send her my way. She’s never had a backbone against me.”
“Because you scare the shit out of her,” Wilder says, amused.
“She still flinches when you raise your voice,” Wesley mutters.
“Good,” I reply flatly.
Both of them nod, unspoken agreement sealing the matter. Miranda might be our little sister, but sheisstill a Beaumont—and Beaumont’s always find a way to turn family problems into business strategy.
Wesley’s phone buzzes.
One glance and he pales.
“Fuck. Shit—shit shit shit.”
Wilder sits up straighter, alert.
“What now?”
“We’re being hacked,” Wesley says, standing, fingers flying over his screen.
I straighten. “We,or just WesTech?”
Wesley doesn’t look up. “Looks like both. Someone was in the backend. I don’t know how deep yet.”
“What the hell is happening?” My voice drops an octave. Tight. Controlled.
Then Wesley freezes.
“Where’s your girlfriend?”
My heart drops into my stomach.
“Olivia?” I’m already standing. “Is she in danger?”
“No,” he says, slowly, dread rising in his tone. “Sheisthe danger.”
I whirl toward the screen.
