Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“I have meetings this afternoon. I require perfect silence.”
Her chin tucks down, a smile spreading across her lovely face. That smile is a warning. If she was a wolf, she’d be ready to pounce.
Her eighties music obsession must be rubbing off on me because the first riff of Running with the Devil starts to play in my head.
Fuck. This human doesn’t know she’s dealing with a big bad bully.
This should be fun.
Chapter Fourteen
Aubrey
I find a bench at Penn Station and sink into it.
I wrapped things up late this afternoon and slipped out while Billy was on a video call. The last thing I needed was him insisting on driving me home today.
Or following me.
Because I’m meeting with Jamie and Jan here to talk about where we are on the Sentience case.
Jamie’s been super paranoid–I can’t tell if it’s legit, or she’s just scared, but she didn’t want to meet us at La Résistance this time.
A guy with weird energy slides onto the bench next to me, and I scoot over to put space between us. He’s wearing a baseball cap and a surgical face mask–the type a Covid-cautious person would wear–and his head is down.
“It’s me.”
My head jerks up sharply to identify Jamie under the cloak and dagger clothes.
“Don’t look.”
I lean to the side to look past her, like I’m checking out a sign.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“No. I’m still being watched. How about you?”
Cold tendrils of fear filter into my chest at that question. But no, I’m not being watched by anyone except for Billy White.
Who I’m not going to think about right now.
Definitely not thinking of how it felt to have his tongue between my legs.
“No, all clear.”
Jan arrives, looking slightly annoyed about this meeting place. “This is where you wanted to meet?” she snaps.
“Shh,” Jamie warns, jumping to her feet and putting her back to us.
Jan slides onto the bench next to me.
Jamie angles her body toward ours, but folds her arms over her chest and looks over our heads. “Did you get a security keycard?”
“A security card?” Jan frowns. “Why does she need that?”
“The hard drive wasn't enough,” I say, looking to Jamie for confirmation. “We need access to the servers.”
Jan is already shaking her head. “This is going too far.”
“Jan–”
“No, Aubrey, this is too much. Too risky. And I can’t use anything obtained illegally.”
“Can’t you subpoena it?” I ask, remembering our last conversation.
“We don’t have enough to file a suit, yet.”
“But we will, if we can get the email server,” Jamie murmurs.
“Again–” Jan is totally impatient with the conversation now, but I can see both sides.
“If we had the email server contents, they wouldn't be admissible in court, but they could be leaked to the New York Times, like you said at our last meeting. Then the District Attorney might pick up the case and subpoena everything.”
Jan takes a deep breath and sighs. “I’m not behind any plan that involves breaking and entering.”
“It’s already done,” I say. “I have the keycard already. That’s what you need, right, Jamie?”
“It’s step one,” Jamie says. “I need you to break into the server room, too.”
“What?” Jan and I say at the same time.
“I thought I had someone who would do it for me. But he changed his mind.”
Jan and I exchange looks. We both feel uneasy with Jamie including another person in our conspiracy.
Jamie doesn’t seem to notice our worried faces. “And it can’t be me–I can’t be on the premises. But you, Aubrey–”
“Absolutely not,” Jan says. “I don’t want you in there.”
I gnaw on my lower lip.
I don’t want to do it, either, but who else can? Jamie’s already being watched. I have a semi-excuse to be in the building. Or at least I could claim one.
“I’ll get back in there. There’s a gala to unveil the mural, and I’m invited. If it’s easy to slip away from the party and get down to the server room, I’ll do it. If not, I’ll abort.”
“I’m not going to answer to your parents about why I let something happen to you,” Jan says. “If you do this, I won’t represent either of you.”
I stare at Jan in surprise. Damn. Tough love.
Jamie’s watching my face with a worried expression. She’s counting on me to make this right. She risked and lost her job over her ideals. Ideals that I share. She would do more, but she thinks she’s being watched.
I rise to my feet. “I’ll see what I can do. No promises,” I say.
“Aubrey–” Jan sounds upset.
I wave my hand. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. I won’t take unnecessary risks.”
She frowns and shakes her head. “I don’t want you in there again.”
“Understood.” I raise my brows to punctuate the firmness in my voice. She doesn’t want it. I do. I’m an adult who can make my own choices.
Her shoulders sag, and she shakes her head. “We’ll talk more later,” she says as she moves away.