Page 169 of A Convenient Secret

Finally, she loses her gumption and just gapes at me. “I don’t understand. Wouldn’t I report to you anyway?”

“Let me explain.”

“Where is my wife?” I ask the receptionist on the Spinellis’ executive floor.

“Mr. Quinn,” she stammers.

“Good, you remember me. Now, could you kindly tell me if my wife is in her office?”

“Ms. Spinelli is in a meeting.”

“I think it’s time you start calling her Mrs. Quinn. Which way?”

“You can’t—”

“Watch me.” I march down the corridor, not sure where I’m going.

When I was here last week, I noticed the boardrooms here have glass walls, so I’ll take my chances.

“Mr. Quinn, please.” The receptionist strides behind me.

I stop, and she collides with me. I grip her elbow, so she can find her footing. “What’s your name?”

“Lavinia.”

“Look, Lavinia, I’ve done many idiotic things in the last few weeks. I’m not going to add to them and barge into my wife’s meeting. I just want to wait for her and get her attention when she is done.”

She heaves like she’s just run a marathon. “I don’t want to get fired.”

“You won’t, I promise. When is her meeting over?”

“I don’t know.”

“Take me to her assistant then.”

She relaxes and leads me to the corner of the floor. Two things immediately surprise me.

One of them is pleasant. Lily’s meeting is taking place in that part of the building, and she looks positively arresting presiding over the table. Fuck, I’m proud of her.

I want to savor the view through the glass wall, but the second surprise requires my immediate attention.

“I told you to never even so much as breathe her way.” I keep my voice down, but my tone leaves no room for interpretations.

Timothy fucking Spinelli turns on his heels and flinches when he sees me. He schools his expression quickly. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“None of your business, and I strongly suggest you get the fuck out of here before you regret it.”

I was never someone who causes a scene, but this dickhead just asks for it.

“This is my company, you twat.” He puffs out his chest.

“No, it’s not. Your mother owns some shares, and you believe that gives you some privileges. Let me correct that belief.” I step closer.

He flinches again, stepping back. “You’re going to regret this, Quinn. If you think you can steal what’s mine, you are mistaken.”

“The only person making mistakes here is you, Timmy. First, nothing here is yours. Second, the only person regretting their actions will be you. And that’s a promise. Now get out of my sight.”

As he stumbles away, spitting empty threats, I find several people left their offices to watch the exchange. Shit, I hope nobody recorded it.