Page 100 of Enthrall Climax

“This is why we need to be focused.” I checked beneath the mouse pad in hope of finding Helete’s codes there. They weren’t.

Henry yanked open the top drawer of a silver cabinet in the corner and rifled through the files. “Who is this Helete?”

“She’s married to Lance Merrill. Well, she was. They’re divorcing.”

“The Senator? Why would a billionaire’s wife want to busy herself with running a health spa?”

I sat back and answered with a shrug.

“Well, that makes more sense now.” His frown deepened. “If she runs it she calls the shots?”

“Exactly.”

“She gets to live out her fantasies anyway she likes.” Henry huffed his disapproval and rifled through the folders. “Sounds like she has the resources to hide Mia away anywhere she wants.”

My mouth went dry. He was right. Helete had properties all over the world and searching each one would take the kind of time we didn’t have.

“Hello there.” Henry was looking toward the doorway.

Following his line of sight, I met the gaze of Omani. She was dressed in a long, sleek evening gown that clung to her figure.

“You look nice,” I told her, silently cursing Shay for failing to rescue her already.

He’d done a shitty job at getting her out.

“How are you, Nadia?” My gaze flitted to that tattoo on her left wrist—she’d been branded as belonging to a club so it was interesting that she was here now. I wondered just when her name change had come about, and whose idea it was.

I could feel Henry’s disapproval. He was probably thinking the same thing I had when I’d first seen her—she was too young for this place.

Omani leaned against the doorjamb. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to break in to your boss’s computer.” I went for honesty.

She came in a little farther and her lips curled with amusement. “Why?”

With that idiosyncratic facial expression, Omani had revealed she likely knew the code to get into this desktop.

I spoke gently. “Because your boss may have done something very bad and I’m trying to save her from herself.”

“What kind of something?”

“How long have you been Helete’s personal assistant?” I asked.

“How did you know she promoted me?”

“I imagine you gave her your notice?” I said. “She gave you an offer you couldn’t refuse.” Because Omani was Helete’s favorite and she wouldn’t want to lose her.

“Have you spoken with her about me?” Omani swapped a wary glance with Henry.

“No. Sure you don’t want to work for Cole Tea?” I gave her a warm smile as I leaned back casually.

“We’ll double your employer contributions to your 401K,” added Henry.

She stood beside the desk. It wasn’t enough.

“Get me into this—” I gestured to the computer, “and I’ll give you a hundred K.” Any higher and she wouldn’t believe me.

She narrowed her gaze. “What if Helete finds out?”