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“All but. Apparently, someone approached Angus Sanders with a better offer. Everything we’d included but for five percent less.”
“Shit. Who was it?”
“Don’t know. He won’t tell me. Luckily, we’re old friends so he gave me the chance to re-pitch. I don’t like this, Tara. I think someone has been selling confidential information.”
“What? Who would do that?”
“Well, only a few people had access to that information.”
“You don’t think it was me, do you? Tim, I would never—”
“No, no,” he said hastily. “I don’t think it was you. You’ve worked for me for over a year and this only begun recently. I really shouldn’t have let you go. If you want your old job back then just say the word.”
It was starting to look like she might have to take him up on that.
“Well, I hope you figure it out soon. I went to return my laptop and pen drive the other day. Eloise was there.”
“Did you give them to her?” he asked quickly.
“No, I still have them.”
“Okay. Good. Just keep them on you until I work a few things out, okay?”
“Umm, I don’t know, Tim, I—”
“That would be a great help. Thanks, Tara. I’ve got to go.”
He hung up before she could say anything more. Damn. She’d really rather not keep the laptop and pen drive. Then again, with the way her job searching was going she might just have to go back to work for Tim.
The doorbell to the apartment rang and she opened the door.
“Did you check who it was first?” Alex asked as he entered.
“No, but I knew it would be you.” He was taking her to the club tonight.
“You check it every time, you understand me? No matter whether you’re expecting someone or not.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He’d grown fiercely protective of her. It was kind of cute. If a little frustrating at times.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, glancing down at his phone.
“I just need to grab my bag.”
“Make sure you bring your cell phone.”
Tara grabbed the phone. She didn’t really need it; she’d be with Alex all night, but she knew he liked her to keep it on her at all times.
“Is it charged?” he said from behind her.
“Yep. Alex, I have something I need to talk to you about. It has to do with my job.” She should tell him about the phone call she’d just had.
He looked up from his phone. “I told you that you don’t need to rush to find a job. I will pay for everything. What is it? Do you need money for clothes? Food?”
“No, I’m fine,” she said, feeling humiliated.