Page 51 of Innocent Bratva Twins
Someone is up to something.
I click on the date range and run the same search for six months, and the exact same thing happens, but the amount gets bigger.
I can’t believe it.
Grabbing my phone, I dial Nico.
My heart is racing, and I stand up, pacing up and down the boardroom to try and ease my steadily building anxiety.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he says with a smile in his voice.
“Nico, when are you coming in? I need to show you something,” I blurt out.
“Are you okay? Did something happen?” he asks, immediately worried about me.
“I’m fine. I just need to show you something. I’m in boardroom one. I was working early. I was doing…“ I’m talking too fast and I’m rambling.
“Wait. I’m just getting into the elevator to come upstairs. I’ll be right there. Don’t move,” he says.
“Okay,” I say, letting out a breath of relief.
I stand anxiously, knotting my fingers in front of me while I wait for him. My eyes drift from the door to the laptop.
Millions.
Millions of dollars were squirreled away bit by bit over the past year. I don’t know when it started. I haven’t looked properly yet.
How far does this go back? It might have started this year—or worse, the year before. Nico and I can look through it together.
Nico bursts through the boardroom door in a hurry.
He walks straight to me and pulls me into his arms, brushing his hands over my waist, checking to see if I’m okay.
I shake my head. “I promise, I’m fine. This—look. It’s easier to show you.”
I take his hand and drag him to the table, pointing at the screen.
“Do you see these little transactions? Tiny. I have no idea what each one is for—but Nico, there are thousands of them.”
I scroll down the screen and point at the total.
“That’s the total for the last six months. I haven’t had a chance to look further back than this year. I don’t know when it started.”
I stand back and hold my breath as he pulls the laptop to face him and scrolls up and down. My heart is racing while I wait for him to process what is going on.
He needs a minute, just like I did, to realize just how bad this is.
I wait, getting tenser and tenser.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I mutter his name. “Nico?”
“What the hell were you doing looking at these files? This has nothing to do with your work,” he snarls, turning towards me.
I gasp in shock, taking a step back. “I thought—“
“If it isn’t your job, you need to leave it alone. You had no right to go through company documents.”
“Nico, someone isstealingfrom you,” I shout, defensive and hurt by his reaction. Doesn’t he understand what I’ve uncovered?
