nice to talk to someone for an outside view.
Jennifer: Some stuff is going on.
Jennifer: Dealing with it as best I can.
Ivy: Ok.
Ivy: You know we’re all here for you if you need a shoulder?
Jennifer: Yeah. Thanks.
The door to the room creaked open.
She glanced up, shoving her phone in her pocket, and blinked at the new arrival. “Milan? What are you doing here?”
Milan wore a navy blue, one-piece, strapless jumpsuit-suit with a gold belt cinching her waist. Her hair was curled and pulled over one shoulder. It was a different look for her. More mature.
“I thought I should be here,” she said.
Inwardly Jennifer groaned. “Who told you?”
“Orion. I asked where you were and he said you were handling things.” A slight wrinkle arose between her brows and she shifted her weight from foot to food. “I need to make this right.”
Jennifer wanted to bite her head off. She also wanted to hug the girl tight. “Look, now isn’t a good time to be here. I’m—”
A hard knock heralded the same door swinging open.
Mateo entered, followed by Bain. He wore the same black leather jacket over a navy striped button down and jeans that looked plastered to his legs with boots.
Fuck.
Jennifer turned all her attention on Bain, well-aware that Milan was standing there with a target hanging around her neck. The chance to convince her to lie low upstairs until this was over was gone.
This wasn’t good.
“Thanks, Mateo,” Jennifer said.
The head of security glanced at Milan then her before nodding.
“Aren’t you a pair?” Bain’s eyes bounced between them. He grinned, and Jennifer felt as if someone had poured oil all over her.
What a creep.
“I can see why you’d get mistaken for her,” he said.
“Are you here for a purpose other than gawking?” Milan asked coolly.
Good girl.
Though playing the haughty girl likely wasn’t the best play right now.
“Do you have the details?” Jennifer asked. This was all about getting more information.
Bain reached into his pocket and pulled out a thumb drive. He held it up, smirking at her, then Milan.
“It was very interesting researching you,” he said.
Everything in Jennifer tensed. She wanted to punch the guy just for looking at Milan.
“Unless you’re interested in high fashion, I doubt it was interesting,” she replied dryly.
Bain inclined his head. “It was your friends. Particularly Emy?”
“What does Amelia have to do with this?” Jennifer opted to use the woman’s actual name.
“Emy’s dad is pretty strict, isn’t he? Is that why she didn’t go to your Bali birthday bash?”
Fuck.
Jennifer maintained her stony exterior, but Milan recoiled, blinking in surprise.
Amelia came from a family of devout Catholics. Her father kept a tight leash on his children, especially his daughters. Amelia was never allowed to go on trips to beaches or areas where the nightlife was a feature. She was a sweet girl, but she also knew how to play her part. Jennifer had been put in the awkward position of covering for her on more than one occasion.
What was Bain getting at?
He reached into his coat and pulled out his phone.
Fuck.
“What now?” Jennifer eyed the thumb drive.
Bain tapped his phone and the sound of moans filled the room.
Milan took a step back, her hand going to her mouth. And he hadn’t even showed them the screen.
“Imagine if this gets out?” he muttered, never glancing away from Milan. “There’s a copy on the thumb drive. If you decide to not play your part, poor Emy will find herself disowned.”
Bain tossed the drive toward Milan. Jennifer reached out and snatched it.
He chuckled and tipped his head. “Have a good day ladies.”
God damn it.
“Don’t say a thing,” she muttered.
“But...”
Jennifer reached over and grabbed Milan’s arm to keep her from rushing after the man.
Bain casually strolled toward the door. He glanced back once before opening it and exiting. The smarmy little bastard looked quite pleased with himself.
Jennifer was going to smack that grin off his face one day very soon.
The door closed and she let go of Milan.
She whirled to face Jennifer. “What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to wait exactly one minute and then we’re going to Orion’s office.” Somehow she managed to say all of that calmly.
“Do you think...? Was that really Emy?” Milan covered her mouth and stared at Jennifer with wide eyes.
“We don’t have a way of knowing. Even if it looks like her, it could be a deep fake.”
Milan’s eyes widened. “If Emy’s dad even thinks she’s done something, he’ll punish her.”
Fuck.
Jennifer had enough on her plate dealing with Milan’s antics. She couldn’t be responsible for