I grabbed my phone and sent off a quick message: Thanks for saving my life, boss.
Elliot replied in about two minutes: So, Ms. Greenwood, how are you planning to thank me?
For someone like him, knocking this project out of the park would mean way more than any fancy gift.
I answered: I’ll work hard and make even more money for the company.
Elliot: Save it for later.
Save it for later? What was that supposed to mean? Was he planning to keep helping me so I’d owe him more and more, until I really had to pay him back one day?
Classic boss move. Always making sure you’re in their debt.
There was no way I could go back to my old place. The other properties I had around Georgia Bay? Just thinking about Julia possibly being in any of them made my skin crawl.
After I got out of the hospital, I decided I’d just stay in a hotel. It’d be peaceful, easy, and I could eat there too. If work got too crazy, I’d just apply for a spot in the employee dorms.
There’s security at the door, so Remy wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near me. Finally, I felt safe enough to try to get some sleep.
I’d just rolled over when my phone buzzed.
Julia sent me a photo. Directly.
She’d used a location-stamped camera, and the address at the top showed she was in the hospital’s infectious disease unit on the fourth floor.
This time, she went all out—Remy’s face was right there, the two of them cheek to cheek, grinning at the camera, throwing up peace signs like the perfect couple.
Almost immediately, another photo came in.
Now Remy was sitting on a couch, and Julia was straddling his lap, her short dress pulled up high. Remy’s hand was tight on her waist, his other hand disappearing beneath her skirt.
Julia leaned back a little, looking straight at the camera, lips parted, eyes hazy and sultry.
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