Page 86 of The Billionaire's Assistant

Miles grinned. “Then by all means, stay and feel free to ask questions of your own, but do not admit to anything. Do not answer anything he asks.”

Ford stepped into the room as Miles finished. “Neither of you needs to say a thing. I’ll handle the questioning.”

Miles shook his head. “Ford, you know how this is going to go, and you know there will be no record of anything we want to conceal.”

“There’s security video of him being apprehended and being brought to this office unharmed.”

“There’s video of his apprehension, but unfortunately, none once he’s in the elevator. You know how these systems aren’t always reliable.”

Ford sighed. “Fine, but as your legal counsel, I would be remiss not to warn you.” He focused on me. “Ben, listen to what he said. You do not want to incriminate yourself even if there won’t be a record.”

I looked between the two of them. “I just want to know why he did it.”

“So do we,” Ford said.

When Carter and Martin entered the security office with Frank, Miles pointed to a metal chair. “Sit.”

“Fuck you,” Frank said.

Miles grabbed him by the shirt and slung him down. He slid from the chair, hitting the floor. “How clumsy of you,” Miles said. “Would you like to try that again?”

Frank fought to sit up with his wrists tied behind him. “Get these fucking cuffs off me.”

“No,” Carter said. “You’re a flight risk.”

“You have no right to detain me here.”

“Yes, we do,” Ford said. “You have stolen information in your possession.”

“I have information that I have every right to.”

“You’re the CFO,” Ford said, “you have no need for formulas of products we’re developing.”

“I don’t have any formulas.”

“Bullshit. I know what you have, because I left it for you,” Miles said.

“You fucking set me up. Allred said—”

I stepped in front of Miles. “So you admit to working with my father?”

“He said you were too much of a pussy to get what he needed, and now look at you, whoring for this—”

Miles lunged for him, but I was faster. I punched the son of a bitch in the jaw, and the shock on his face alone made it worth it.

Miles grabbed my arm, holding me back like I had him when he’d attacked Medford. But I didn’t need him to restrain me. One hit was enough. I’d proved my point. I could defend myself and Miles, and I wasn’t going to take shit off of anyone anymore.

“What the fuck?” Frank’s voice was slurred and blood ran down his chin. “You’ll pay for that.”

“No, you and my father and brother are the ones who are going to pay.”

Frank snarled. “I deserve of piece of this company. It would be nothing without me.”

“That is objectively untrue,” Ford said.

“In other words,” Carter added. “You’re full of shit. There are plenty of people who could do your job.”

“That’s right,” I said. “Miles grew this business along with other people who are smarter and better than you. So sit there and shut up. You’ve been caught and you’re going go to jail.”

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