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She’d stepped into yet another world, this one crafted of thick glass walls and masculine furnishings, along with banks of monitors with security feeds showing every bit of the club, from the dungeon to the patio, even as far away as the entrance to the property and the main road beyond it.
Here, surrounded by technology, she was comfortable. Now that she was on familiar ground, she could breathe more easily.
Gregorio took a seat behind a large, sturdy wooden desk that had a computer on it and nothing else. No snapshots, no pens, nothing to mark it as his.
With a nod, he invited her to sit across from him. But she preferred to remain standing.
“You went to a lot of effort to find me.”
The task hadn’t been easy. “Called in some favors.”
Like him, she wouldn’t reveal sources. To his credit, he didn’t ask.
Gregorio leaned back in his chair, the dim light casting shadows across his features, making him look intimidating.
She shivered, glad he was an ally rather than an enemy.
“I’m waiting.”
His gaze was fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin prickle.
Taking a deep breath, Sasha steeled herself for what she had to say next. “Strange things have been happening recently.”
“Such as?”
“About two weeks ago, while I was out for a run, my home office was ransacked, and several files were taken. A few days ago, I noticed I have a constant tail. I can’t always shake it. Black sedan. Sometimes a white SUV.”
“Anything else?”
This unnerved her more than anything. “Before leaving the office every day, I rinse my coffee mug.” One that Toby had bought for her to celebrate the grand opening of their agency almost three years ago. Her name was in green—the color of money—along with their company logo. “I leave it next to sink, right by the coffeemaker.”
He nodded.
“Monday and Wednesday, I found it in the middle of my desk.”
“That sounds personal.”
Which was exactly what she thought.
Gregorio didn’t ask if she’d been confused. He knew her too well for that. But that wasn’t all. Her pictures had been rearranged, and one had been turned backward.
“No signs of a break-in?”
She shook her head. “Nothing on security cameras.” With an exhalation, she went on before he asked. “We’re old-fashioned. Regular keys for entry.”
“No extra copies floating around? A disgruntled employee, maybe?”
“I change the locks when someone leaves the company.”
His jaw clenched as he processed her words. “Keypad or card swipe is more secure. I’ll have Hawkeye see to it.”
“I’m a step ahead of you. I’ve already contacted them, and I’m also having them install an alarm system.”
“Were you followed today?”
“No. The drive to Winter Park is so long that I would have noticed if I had a tail.”
He nodded.