The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180: BREAKING IN

Abigail

There were only a handful of people scattered across the office with privacy screens hiding what they were doing.

"Kate, get me those reports in three hours," Some huge, bald headed man with tattoos crawling on his face barked orders at the workers inside before disappearing back into his office.

Most of the offices had their doors closed. I slipped into what looked like an old records room. Most of the filing cabinets were empty, but one in the far corner was locked. I stuck a bobby pin from my purse into the lock and wiggled it the way I had seen Annette do and it gave in after a few tries.

Inside, on one of the shelves, were three folders. The paper was better preserved than I expected. I pulled them out carefully and opened the first one under my phone’s torch.

There were contracts on the yellow pages filled with company names. I folded them carefully and put them in my bag. It didn’t look like anyone came in here? And if they did, I would be long gone anyway.

Hopefully.

The second folder contained printed emails. My eyes scanned the names rapidly until one stopped me cold.

Hugo Grant.

That was Dad.

My hands trembled as I scanned the fading letters. The date at the top was the day before my parents died.

That very day. My fingers went numb, and the papers shivered in my grip, the words blurred together as I read the letter.

Owen, I need you to understand what I’m saying. Someone is blackmailing me. The higher-ups are threatening Isabella and I. What they’re doing here is wrong and you know it.

You’ve always known it. We’re going to quit. We might leave the country entirely and I think you should too. These people are vultures Owen. They will not stop. Please think carefully.

That was all I got. What exactly were these higherups doing? Who were the higher-ups? I clamped a hand over my mouth rereading the mail. So my parents had seen something they weren’t supposed to see.

Who was this Owen Smith? The email address at the top of the page was my father’s personal account, not a company’s.

So they had been monitoring his private email? Did Owen rat him out? What exactly were they trying to hide that they would go as far as killing my parents?

The sound of footsteps approaching had my head whipping up in that direction. Someone was at the front of the building. I folded the documents and shoved them into my bag alongside the contracts from the first folder.

I killed my torch and squeezed between two musty cabinets, the wood damp against my cheek. The footsteps grew louder and a beam of light raked across the corridor.

"You saw that flashlight right?" A gruff, male voice echoed through the corridor.

"Maybe we guessed wrong?"

I held my breath, my heartbeat thumping faster now as I crossed my fingers and hoped they wouldn’t find me.

The light beam swung away as the men moved on, their footsteps growing distant. I waited until the corridor was silent, then rushed to the elevator and jabbed the button so hard I almost broke it.