Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“You sound happy about that.”
“Better your staff than my friends.”
“Still, we should have your friends watched.” Ethan turned to the man who still stood by us. Surely, he was confused with our conversation about someone trying to kill me. “I need cameras on four specific guests.”
The man bobbed his head and headed back over to his desk. “Do you know what they are wearing?”
“I do.” I followed him over.
“I have a software program that can find specific people through gender, color of clothing and hair, as well as other details.” Christopher lowered to his seat. “This search tool is always helpful during major events.”
Ethan came over to my side. “I want someone watching the costume room, and others monitoring Maya’s friends.”
“We can do that, sir.” Christopher looked at me. “Can you begin describing?”
Instantly, I told him what Ryan was wearing. If I had a list of suspects, he would be the number one person that might want to kill me. He assumed I was sleeping with Horace.
But, didn’t he stay in the limo and leave when I was shot in the maze?
And even the last time when I was shot in Ethan’s office, he stayed in the limo again.
Or was that what he wanted me to believe?
Regardless, it barely took a minute for Christopher to find Ryan.
There Ryan goes. This time, he is at the party.
Still clad in all gray, Ryan stood by the bar, swallowing down shot after shot and appearing depressed. His purse remained close to his hip, surely stuffed with tons of dirty panties.
Hmmm. Why isn’t Horace with him?
I began describing my agent to Christopher. Thankfully for us, Horace was the only man wearing a money green suit.
“Here we go.” Christopher typed something in and the screen zoomed in to Horace in the hallway wildly moving his hands around and talking to Claire.
Ethan leaned over. “They look like they’re arguing.”
“Horace punched Claire’s husband in the face due to a racist joke.”
Ethan snapped his view to me. “What?”
“Yeah. It was a lot. Bernard said the joke in the limo.”
Ethan put his view back on them.
A door opened by them, and a woman strolled out in a silver feathered mask and gown.
Horace and Claire went quiet. They were both the type to keep up appearances. Both could have been ready to murder each other, but if a stranger walked by, they would instantly go silent and show off the biggest smiles.
Christopher tapped the edge of the desk. “They’re by the bathroom near the ballroom.”
Ethan turned to him. “Eastern or Western hallway?”
“Eastern.”
Jesus. How big is this place?
Horace and Claire watched the woman stroll away. Once she rounded the corner, Horace grabbed Claire’s arm, yanked her into the bathroom, and shut the door.
What the fuck?
Ethan frowned. “Can we get a view and audio in the bathroom?”
“Yes, sir.” Christopher tapped away.
Oh shit. We can.
Next thing I knew, Horace and Claire appeared in front of us.
Horace shoved Claire away. “You think you can black mail me?!”
I tensed.
Claire snatched off her mask. “I didn’t say that. I am just saying that if you tell Ryan about us, then I will tell Maya—”
“How fucking dare you?!” He stormed her way.
Us?
She staggered back. “You ruin my life, and I will ruin yours.”
“You fucking bitch!”
I raised my hands in the air. “What the hell is going on?”
Claire backed up into the wall and trembled. “K-keep your mouth closed and I will—”
“What?” Horace got in front of her and sneered. “I would kill you before you tried.”
Claire’s bottom lip quivered. “Just. . .listen.”
Horace bared his teeth. Never had I seen him so mad.
Claire slowly raised her hands and placed them on his chest. “There’s no need to tell Ryan about us.”
Again. Us?! What the hell?
Horace shook his head. “He will want to know why I’m leaving him, and I have to—”
“You don’t have to ruin my life—”
“We talked about being together. Now is the time—”
“You love dick just as much as pussy, Horace.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not settling down with you. It’s just something fun we say when we’re making love.”
Horace shook his head and backed up. “I meant everything I said.”
“And how would I know to believe you?”
“I’m honest.”
“Oh really?” Claire leaned her head to the side. “You’ve been lying to Maya for years.”
I murmured. “About what?”
Horace spoke through clenched teeth, “Keep your mouth fucking shut.”
“It’s only a matter of time before she finds out—”
“Shut up!” Horace closed the small distance between them.
“When she finds out.” Claire frowned. “She’ll ruin you.”
“She won’t find out.” Horace scowled. “I have a plan.”
Then, then all of the monitors in the security room went black.
“No.” I shivered. “What’s going on?”
Ethan glared. “Christopher?”
All of the men began quickly typing onto their keyboards.
“Someone has hacked into our system, sir.”
Ethan turned to me. “That’s how the person has been able to sneak around.”