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“No.” I rub my eyes with one hand.

“The media caught wind of Rebecca’s arrest, and they got a hold of the police report. Mason claims she tried to kill him.”

“I know. I was there.”

“No. Not at the hospital. I mean last year. He claims she tortured him and subjected him to some really dark shit.”

“No.”

“Yes. Like beatings and some fucked-up stuff. She even starved him.”

“His own sister? Why?”

“I don’t know, but the press is saying the family tried to make him disappear to get control of the money and the company. Crap, Ginnie, this is so becoming a miniseries. Our lives are screwed.”

“How?”

“You’re going to be named as a witness, and then they’ll ask you who else knew about Marus and—”

“I won’t say anything. You never even met him.”

“Yeah, but I knew, just like you did. And you can’t lie worth shit, Ginnie. They’ll find out. They always do. There are phone records of us talking every day, and anyone who has Facebook knows we’re tight. They’ll find out we both knew about him, and then our names will be all over the news, and I won’t get partner because I’m tainted by some genie scandal, while you’ll probably sell thousands of dollars of art.”

Olivia is always the calm one in a crisis. Always. So listening to her come unhinged right now means she’s incredibly worried, and I get why. She’s worked her ass off to build a life and her career. She loves her work just as much as I love mine.

And I’m about to fuck it up. Me. Because I made a choice to pursue this thing with Marus when I knew it could go south. I just never imagined it would end like this or become a huge and very public scandal.

“Olivia, calm down. That’s not going to happen. I promise. I’ll take care of this.” No one really knows I confided in Olivia. All I have to do is ask Marus not to tell anyone about me and him. “I have to go, but I’ll come by tonight. Bye.”

Chapter Thirty

“I’m not part of the press. I’m not stalking him for his money. I’m a friend. Please, just let him know I’m here?” I ask the doorman in his building.

“Sorry, miss, but Mr. Prospero—I mean, Mr. McMillan asked that he not be disturbed. If you’re really a friend, I suggest you call him.”

“I tried, but he’s not answering.”

“There’s nothing I can do, miss. I’m very sorry.”

“Will you at least give him a note for me?” I ask.

“I can pass it along. Yes.”

“Thank you.” I pull a piece of paper from my purse. Ironically, it’s the receipt from Rose’s Garden Thrift Shop. It’s been in my purse all along. I turn it over and write, We need to talk. I’ll meet you at your warehouse tonight.

“Please, just make sure he sees it.” I hand the note to the doorman.

“No need,” says a deep voice.

I look toward the elevator to find a tall, handsome man who looks like the person I was falling in love with.

My heart starts beating louder and faster. I want to throw my arms around him and kiss him. I want him to say he loves me and that it was all some big mistake. To my utter devastation, the look in his angry, cold eyes tells me that’s never going to happen. The hurt is more than I can bear.

“Marus. I mean, Mason. I was just leaving a note for you.”

“Like I said, no need.”

“But we need to talk,” I say.

“You are correct. We do. But it will be through my lawyers.”

“Lawyers? What did I do?” I feel my heart cracking like a fragile piece of glass being hit with one of my huge metal hammers—the kind I use when I want to make glass into dust.

“You knowingly accepted five million dollars from a sick man,” he growls. “How’s that for starters?”

“You can have it back. Every penny. I never wanted any of it.”

“I’ll expect a check by close of business today, then.” He starts heading out.

I go for his arm. “Wait. Why are you so angry? What did I do?”

He turns, and I swear I’ve never seen a man so filled with wrath, so filled with hate. “You knew.” He points a finger in my face. “You knew something was the matter. You knew and did nothing.”

It’s a shock for me to admit it, but he’s right. “I’m so sorry.”

I pull him to the side of the lobby. I know that people are outside taking our pictures through the window, but I don’t care. This might be the last chance I ever get to talk to him in person.

“Yes,” I say, “I knew something was wrong, and I wanted to intervene, but you gave me an ultimatum. Take you as is or not at all, so I chose you. Whatever happened, wherever this whole thing would lead, I was all in no matter what.”

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