I’ve converted the seventeenth floor of Sinro’s high-rise into four spacious apartments, one of which I’ve claimed, the other three occupied by my brothers and Rev. The rest of the floor is dedicated to sharedcommon areas—a kitchen and living room with a giant TV and sectionals, a library, a massive gym, and a large outdoor balcony with an infinity pool.
All floors above mine house staff, to make it less suspicious to the public when we come and go at all hours of the day, and all floors below are dedicated to specialized departments, training spaces, storage for vehicles, equipment, and armories.
My blood pressure spikes as soon as the elevator doors open on the thirteenth floor. What could have prompted a freak out this morning? Honestly, it could range anywhere from a broken computer to someone shooting the wrong target, and now, we’re under scrutiny from the government again or about to blow up in the media.
“What’s going on?” I demand, glare cutting to Gwen behind the front desk. She’s a goddess—the front-face of my company, handling calls from all manner of clients. Today, her tawny hair is more frazzled than normal.
“Ah, sir? Everyone’s been complaining about their desks being touched. It’s turned into a finger-pointing contest, and Rev’s not here with his team to deal with it.”
I’d dispatched Rev and his squad of ten professional mercenaries last night to scope out Gabriel’s warehouse hideout, certain Ezra had set us up. I had yet to receive updates, but I wasn’t concerned. Rev knew how to take care of himself.
Only that now left me to deal with this internal mess.
A vein throbs in my temple as I look out at the unrest among the cubicles and offices. I kept our business professionals on my floor, not keen on filling it with our elite killers when I often brought clients in here for sales pitches.
I would chalk this up to normal petty office behavior, but this tips the scale more toward a break in.
Or maybe someone looking to steal that fucking hard drive back.
I growl, my feet carrying me toward the little thief I’d locked away. Probably should have told Gwen about him. I should have done a lot of things differently with Ezra.
“Sir?” Gwen calls out.
I pivot on a heel. “Yes, Gwen.”
“Well, it gets a bit stranger. Nothing has been reported damaged or missing, with the exception of Steve’s lunch, but no one gives a fuck about Steve.”
Her eyes cut to the portly man occupying a cubicle by the windows, fingers tearing over his keyboard like he’s got something to prove. Steveisa bit of an asshole, but he’s extremely good at financial analysis.
I grip the handle of my briefcase tighter, never caught at the office without my guns and knives.
“Not sure I fully understand, Gwen.”
“Everything was organized, sir. All files in every desk. Someone cleaned the breakroom, too. Although, the espresso machine won’t turn on now, so that’s unfortunate.” She grimaces. “Gonna be a rough day for everyone without caffeine.”
Speechless, I stare back at her. Why would someone rummage through everyone’s stuff just to organize it? I’m convinced this has something to do with Ezra, but now I’m questioning his intentions.
“Order everyone coffee from across the street. I’ll have Rev hold a meeting to calm everyone down when he gets back from his operation.”
I stalk toward the corner office. When I don’t find Ezra sprawled out on the desk, I slam the door so hard it rattles on its hinges. “Motherfucker!”
Seth, the mail guy, jumps and lets out a yelp. “Sorry for sneezing, sir.”
“No, you’re fine, Seth,” I grumble, giving him a lazy wave of my hand. “Carry on.”
Striding for my office, I catch mutterings from my staff.
“My files were alphabetized.”
“…keyboard’s been sprayed clean…”
“…thought Jen stole my credit card machine, but it was on my desk this morning, right where I had it a week ago…”
I call Alaric on my cell, getting him on the first ring. “How thefuckdid we not get security footage of the thief escaping? I’m beginning to thinkyouhired him to drive me to madness.”
My brother fails to stifle a yawn. “Who? Ezra?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “The thief I asked you to research last night. You never got back to me.”
