Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 118

Chapter 107 Blocked Contact

Sedona’s POV

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Dante looked at me briefly-a look I was becoming familiar with, the one that lasted a moment longer than strictly necessary and then moved on with the deliberateness of someone managing something that he wasn’t willing to share. “She still has it,” he said. I’ve seen her move around the room. The footwork doesn’t go away.”

“The footwork,” Cameron said, with the tone of someone storing that observation in a specific location, nodding his head in mock disbelief that is his way of saying, I was going to ignore the fucking big elephant in the room but know I see through the bullshit.

“Right.”

“Don’t,” I said.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re doing the thing.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you pretend to accept the information but file the real one away for later use.” I looked at him. “I recognize it because you’ve been doing it since you were eight.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cameron said, with the complete absence of conviction of someone who knew exactly what I was talking about.

Durian made another small sound that he converted, this time more successfully, into a cough.

Cameron pulled out his phone.

I watched him navigate to contacts with the focused intention of someone who’d been thinking about making a specific call for a while and had decided this was the moment. He found what he was looking for, pressed call, put the phone to his ear.

Waited.

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The expression on his face shifted as he waited, from professional look, to something less controlled and more feeling like (hurt) when he realized something had happened.

He pulled the phone away from his ear.

Looked at the screen.

“It went to a different voicemail,” he said. The words came out with the specific flatness of someone whose voice had made a decision before the rest of them had caught up. “A standard carrier voicemail. Not his.”

“Whose?” I asked.

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“My-” He stopped. “Someone from work.” He looked at the screen for another moment, something working in his expression that he was visibly trying to stop from working. “His line is blocked.”

“Why would his line be blocked?”

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Cameron didn’t answer immediately. He put the phone down on his knee and looked at it, and the look was-it was not a professional look, it was not the look Cameron used for people from work whose lines had gone to voicemail. It was a different kind of look,one that I have never seen Cameron directed to anyone who wasn’t family.

“Cameron,” I said quietly. “What did you do?”

He looked up. Met my eyes. “I told you I made a bad decision.

“You blocked his number?”

“He blocked his number,” Durian said, with none of the laughter from earlier, just the straightforward information of someone filling in facts. “After he-” He looked at Cameron. “Do you want to tell her, or-”

“I fired him,” Cameron said.

The room was quiet.

“The person-” I stopped. Looked at my brother, at the phone on his knee. “Cameron.”

“I know.”

“You fired someone you’re-”

“Sedona.”

“I’m not saying the thing. I’m just-you fired someone and now his number is blocked and you’re sitting in my hospital room at eleven in the morning after spending the night drinking.” I looked at him steadily. “Is the bad decision the firing, or is there a worse decision somewhere in here that I’m not seeing yet?”

“The firing was the bad decision,” he said.

“Why did you fire him?”

A pause. Long, specific, the pause of a man deciding how much he should say at the moment.

“Professional judgment issue,” he said.

“Cameron.”

“It’s complicated, Sedona.”

“You said that already. The complicated thing and the promising to tell me later thing. I’m accepting that.” kept my voice gentle because he looked like someone who’d had enough sharp edges for one twenty-four-hour period. “But I want you to know that the blocked number-that means he blocked you after you fired him. Which means-”

“I know what it means.”

“It means he’s hurt,” I said. “People block numbers when they’re hurt, not when they’re fine about

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something.”

Cameron looked at the phone.

“I know,” he said again Quieter this time.-

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Dante, who had been sitting with the specific still quality he had when he was thinking rather than performing thinking, leaned forward slightly. “Can you unblock it from your end? Send a message through another number?”

Cameron looked at him. “He has my main number blocked as well. My office line. He was-” He stopped. “He was thorough about it.”

“sss,” Dante said.

“His work sss has been deactivated. His personal sss-I have it but using it now would be-” Cameron shook his head. “It would be the wrong approach.”

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