Page 29 of The Revenge Plan

There was a familiarity to it I couldn’t quite place and made no sense. Then I noticed the bag hanging on one of the chairs. It looked expensive. Something someone working in a place like this could not afford. But that wasn’t the only tell. It was very familiar. I had seen Hailey with one. Maybe it was Alicia’s?

“Whatever happened to Hailey?” Rachel asked. As she said so, a woman got up from under the desk and wouldn't you know it, it was my wife. What a ball of surprise she was. She was waving a pen in her hand.

“I was looking for this.”

“Hailey, you didn’t tell us your husband was going to come.”

I wasn’t listening to her. I was staring at the last person I expected to see there. The little liar. I thought back to when she had refused transport. Was it because she didn’t want me to know what she was about? Looking at her n with her now co-conspirators, I could tell there was more going on. She looked guilty.

I could feel my blood boiling. A million questions were going through my head. Were these offices their own, or was it all a lie? I was way too angry to even think straight, and I didn’t care how it looked; I marched toward her, grabbed her, and got her out of there. Looking around, I went to the first door I saw. It was the next office and no one was in it. I shut the door and locked it.

“What the fuck?” she said, twisting in my grasp. I let her go. She almost stumbled and I caught her in time. When she faced me, she looked like a tornado was brewing “How dare you embarrass me in front of my colleagues.”

“What are you doing here.?”

“I work here. What’s your problem?”

“And didn’t think to tell me this?”

She crossed her arms, “You never cared.”

“I’m your husband. I think I deserve to know what my wife does for a living, unless you have a reason for not telling me,” I moved closer until we were eye to eye, “like running a scam.”

“Are you high? That’s what you are, right?”

I made another step, and she stepped back and bumped into the desk behind her. “I don’t know and I think a lying socialite who comes from an embezzling family with money problems, running a charity scam, is a logical conclusion. Tell me,” we were so close our breaths mingled, “are these offices even real?”

“Yes. You’re high. That’s the only explanation.”

“Why did you lie to me then, if it’s not a scam?”

She cooled down a little, “I was going to tell you, eventually.”

“I’m not convinced.”

Her shoulders slumped, “It’s not a fake charity. You can audit us. Hell, I didn’t even know KMVH was one of our donors. That was all Alicia’s doing.”

I stared into her eyes. She seemed to be telling the truth. “Do you have any idea why I’m here?” I said.

She blinked.

“I’ve recently fired the person responsible for our fund for siphoning money through bogus charities. Then I find out that one of the biggest donations that was recently approved was given to a charity that a person from a fraudulent family works for. How am I supposed to take that?”

Her face changed, and a worried expression quickly took over. “What does that mean? What are you going to do?”

Seeing her so afraid made me want to taunt her. “I don’t know,” I said looking around, “maybe stop the fund because this whole place could be a scam. It looks scammy.”

She grabbed my arm. Her big beautiful eyes were full of worry. “Please don’t do that. I’ll do whatever you want.” I had never seen her this desperate. It made me simmer down and gave me an idea.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were working here.”

“Because I was afraid that you’d sabotage it. Like you’re doing right now.” I couldn’t argue with that. Especially if it was real and not fake. But the idea of her working here made little sense. She was the type of person who shopped during the day and partied all night. Not some saint.

“We do good work here,” she said, “Well at least they do and I didn’t want anything happening to it. I know how it is with you and my family. Please don’t take away your donation.”

“Not if it’s a lie.”

“It’s not a lie.” Her mouth turned into a sexy pout that was so tempting. I could feel my groin tighten at the swell of my erection. I looked down at the swell of her breasts beneath her blouse. Our little tryst in France came to mind, not that it had left. Hell, ever since then, Hailey had gained a starring role in my dreams. Seeing her like this made me want to lay her on that desk behind her and fuck her until she was screaming my name. The cool office turned hot. I shook the thought out of my head. My incessant need to kiss her every time shouldn’t distract me.

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