Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,80

Dabbi Digital Marketing to make it impossible for whoever was doing it since no one knew about that email. I also created a new Gmail account for you so that you had access to the account for the same reason. For the past couple of months, I haven’t had any problems, but then last night everything went to hell.”

“What happened last night?” Devin asked as Charlie reached for her keyboard, only to frown when a stack of mail on her desk caught her attention.

“All the social media accounts were locked after too many failed attempts, which meant that they’d figured out that I’d used my Dabbi Digital Marketing email to secure the accounts. They also managed to get hold of Bradford Creations’ web hosting information and got me locked out, changed the password, and tried to get the site deleted. It took me over an hour this morning to convince them that I was who I said I was. Thankfully, whoever did it had no clue what they were doing, so I was able to get Bradford Creations’ website back up and running,” she absently explained as she frowned down at the envelopes addressed to Dabbi Digital Marketing. “Where did you get these?”

“They were sent here,” Devin explained as Charlie shook her head.

“I didn’t use this address for anything. There’s no reason why any of this junk mail was sent here, Devin,” she explained as she focused her attention back on her computer and pulled up Dabbi Digital Marketing’s website and-

“Damn it,” Charlie said when she saw that her email was on the bottom of the homepage, answering one of her questions about how Kelly got her email address.

The question was, how did she find out about Dabbi Digital Marketing in the first place.

Deciding to find out, Charlie headed for the door and-

“I’m going to kill her,” she said as her phone alerted her to the fact that she’d been locked out of Bradford Creations’ Facebook page again after too many failed attempts to login.

“Wait. What the hell is going on?” Devin asked as Charlie stepped back over Bradford, who’d rolled over onto his back in the last few minutes and headed towards the backstairs.

Instead of answering him, because she honestly didn’t think that she could do it without screaming, Charlie headed upstairs and straight for the office in front of her. When she saw Kelly sitting at her desk, talking on her phone, she headed straight for her.

“Hey!” Kelly snapped in outrage when Charlie shoved her chair out of the way and grabbed the mouse, clicking open the webpage that Kelly had minimized and-

“Wait!”

Charlie slowly exhaled as she stood up and looked at the women that had been working really hard to screw her over. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked, shaking her head in disgust. “Do you have any idea what you could have done? The kind of damage you could have done?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kelly said with a defiant tilt of her head that had Charlie shaking her head in disgust again because she really just couldn’t deal with this woman.

“What’s going on?” Devin asked as he glanced at Kelly’s computer screen and-

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Charlie heard Devin snap as she headed for the door, having had more than enough for one day.

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“I don’t want to talk about it,” the small woman curled up on the beanbag with a bag of donuts, said when Devin walked into the office two hours later.

“I fired her,” Devin said as he sat down on the floor next to her.

“I heard,” Charlie muttered as she absently nibbled on a donut, making him wince because he was pretty sure the whole fucking town heard him screaming his fucking head off.

He should have fired Kelly the first time that she pissed him off.

At least now he knew why she wanted Charlie’s job so badly. Apparently, Kelly started noticing how many orders were coming in. That had made her curious, so she’d checked out the website and saw how much Bradford Creations was charging for its work and decided that some of that money should find its way into her bank account.

That’s what led to the morning donut routine, because it gave her an excuse to walk around the upstairs offices, trying to find out as much as she could about Bradford Creations’ handled payments as she tried to work out a way to gain access to his accounts. It had also led to her