Page 85 of The Billionaire's Assistant

BEN

Istood next to Miles in the security office. Carter had Frank on the observation screen. He was seated at his desk, scrolling through spreadsheets.

“Let’s get this done quickly,” Miles said. “If I have to look at him for long, I’m going to go up there and handle this myself.”

“You’re in luck,” Carter said. “My team is ready to go.”

Miles put his arm around me. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah. I want to get this over with too.”

“Then let’s get to it.”

Using Carter’s computer, I logged in to my email and sent a message to the address Jesse had told me to use. I let the contact know I had new information, solid information this time, no more games. I told him I’d leave a zip drive at the drop point in five minutes.

We watched the screen as something drew Frank’s attention. When he opened up his email, I knew we had him. We all watched as he read my message.

“Let’s do the drop,” Carter said.

Miles kissed the top of my head. “Be careful.”

“I’m just walking through the building, Miles.”

“I know.”

Carter clapped Miles on the shoulder. “We’re watching his back. Trust us.”

I rode down the elevator with one of Carter’s men. The drop went as quickly and easily as it had before, and I was back up in the security office watching on the monitors as Frank retrieved the information.

It really was him. He wasn’t just as asshole, he was trying to sabotage Miles’s company. “He needs to pay for this.”

Miles smiled as he hugged me to him. “Trust me, he will.”

“Are you going to….” I couldn’t quite bring myself to voice the idea of murder out loud.

“Not immediately. We’ll take this to trial. After that, who knows what might happen to a man like him in jail.”

I looked up at Miles. “You’re really that powerful?”

“I really am.”

I shivered, but I was also embarrassingly turned on.

We watched as Carter and Martin stopped Frank. We didn’t have audio on them, but at least we could see their reactions. Initially, Frank appeared annoyed and dismissive, but as Carter spoke, he began to look panicked, then he took off.

“Motherfucker,” Miles snarled.

Carter caught him easily, shoving him against the wall. He handcuffed the asshole and marched him toward the elevator.

Miles and I were both smiling as we watched. “Do you wish you’d been the one to take him down?” I asked.

He squeezed my hand. “Not if it meant leaving you.”

“Will Carter bring him here?”

Miles nodded. “You don’t have to stay if you’d rather not witness this confrontation.”

“I’m not leaving. I already hated Frank for being such an asshole every time I had to interact with him. Now that I know he’s been working with my family, working against you after you put up with his shit, I want to watch him go down.”

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