Vienna Betrayal - Lila Dubois Page 0,59
behind the paneling on the short wall.
Alexander pressed, and a panel popped open, revealing the electronics within. He reached in and grabbed a spare cord. He had no idea what it was for, and he didn’t care. He needed a way to restrain her, and electronic cables had been the first thing that came to mind.
Alexander guided her to his spot at the head of the table, a plush leather rolling chair with wooden arms. “Sit.”
Alena straightened when he released her wrists, and her gaze was pinched.
“Sit,” he said again, holding up the coil of black cable.
She stared at his hand, and for a moment he thought she might try to run. Fight.
If she did, he’d fight back, pin her as he had before.
Unless she’s a professional corporate spy, then she might have some training.
He’d managed to pin her upstairs, but what if that had just been luck?
The silence stretched, and with each moment his muscles tensed, ready to spring on her if she attempted escape.
She looked disheveled—half her hair was in a bun that had slid down over one ear, the rest of it spilling around her shoulders in a messy tangle, thanks to his hands. She wore casual black leggings and a black long-sleeved top that hung down to her thighs.
Her gaze shifted from the door to him. She dropped her hands to her sides, the pashmina that she’d freed herself from falling to the floor.
Looking him in the eye, Alena sat in his chair, her hands resting lightly on the arms.
“Alexander, please let me explain.”
“No.”
“What happened between us as Dom and sub had nothing to do with what I was doing upstairs.”
Lying bitch. He ground his teeth. He needed to tie her to the chair, but he was afraid his hands would shake noticeably. He needed to calm down first. “What were you— What, exactly, were you doing?”
“I can’t tell you.”
Before he could reply—as he was still deciding whether to say “fuck you” or “of course you can’t”, he heard a door open. Synchronized footsteps thudded through the offices.
Alexander moved away from the door as two men—covered head to toe in black, including tactical helmets with face shields—holding taser guns swept into the room. They were quickly followed by four more men. The first two checked the whole room, then positioned themselves on either side of Alena’s chair.
Some stupid part of him wanted to tell them to step back, away from his…
His what? His girl? His sub?
It didn’t matter. He’d been played for a fool.
One of the last men to enter walked up to him, pushing his visor up.
“Mr. Wagner,” he said in crisp German. “I’m Commander Fischer with RTW. We saw the cameras activate. We have a team on the way to sweep the building, and will discover how she got in and—”
“I brought her in. As a guest.” Alexander made sure there was no embarrassment evident in his words or tone. He knew he was speaking more slowly than was normal, a side effect of thinking through each word before it left his mouth. “I woke up, went to check on her. She wasn’t in her room. I found her in the second-floor parlor. She’d made a hole in the floor, into the server room.”
Commander Fischer nodded. “Would you like me to contact Wagner Global’s information security team?”
“Yes. And bring in one of your people. I want outside perspective.”
The commander caught on fast. “You think there is an internal issue?”
Alexander looked at Alena. “I think she’s a spy. The question is, who is she spying for?”
He watched as two techs struggled to reassemble and then access Alena’s device.
The lead tech—a Wagner Global employee—sat back. The device was still in pieces but he’d laid them out in what Alexander assumed was a logical order. A cable plugged into the biggest chunk ran to a laptop the tech had brought with him. “It’s a hardware protocol analyzer.”
The RTW tech looked from the screen to Alexander and nodded, confirming what the first man had said.
The employee watched the exchange, and outrage pinched his features. He glanced at Alexander, mouth open as if he were about to protest.
Alexander raised one brow. The tech closed his mouth and turned back to the laptop.
“What is a hardware protocol analyzer?” Alexander asked quietly.
“It captures data traffic,” the RTW tech said.
“Explain. Further.” Alexander bit off each word.
“Normally these are use to filter and analyze traffic between networks and computers.”
“Normally.” Alexander was going to shake the information out of this man if he didn’t