She looks at me. “Who do you think?”
There’s a moment of pause between us.
“He’s still out there, Ethan,” Cheryl says. “And he wants the plans for this device. He’s not going to stop and he’s going to spend as much money as he needs to until he gets it. And just hacking into our systems isn’t all I think he’s doing.”
I look at Cheryl in alarm. What the fuck is she talking about?
“How else is he going to get it?” I ask her sharply. “He’s going to rob me?”
She shrugs. “He would if he could, but I think he’s trying to get someone on the inside. He’s trying to put in a mole.”
“Who?” I ask.
Cheryl looks at me. “You know who I’m talking about,” she tells me.
No.
Don’t look at me like that.
You know who Cheryl is talking about.
But I don’t believe it.
“Who’s sleeping in your bed right now, Ethan?” Cheryl asks me. I don’t answer. “Who have you been spending more and more time with and who is closer to you now than even I am?”
“Cheryl,” I start and get up. “You’re getting irrational.”
Cheryl doesn’t have time to answer. Because that’s when I hear a cute little voice behind me.
“Hi,” is all I hear and I turn around to see Brittney wiping the sleep from her eyes. She’s wearing one of my button down shirts and it comes below her waist and makes her look fucking innocent and sexy at the same time.
I stare at her and can’t stop, but I hear Cheryl walking to the door.
“Think about what I said, Ethan,” she tells me and doesn't wait for me to turn around. “And watch your back. I’d love to be wrong.”
Fucking Cheryl.
She doesn't even say hello to Brit. She just treats her like a piece of furniture.
“Brittney,” I say to her as I take a step closer.
“What was Cheryl doing here?” Brittney asks me, her eyes big. “And who does she think is trying to steal your I.E.?”
I stop and take a deep breath. Brittney waits for a second and then her face gets serious.
“Tell me, Ethan,” she says, coming close to me and putting her hands on my robe. “I need to know.”
This is way too much fucking drama for this early in the morning. I swear to fucking God. I’m about ready to tell her to fuck off.
But then I look into her face. She’s looking up at me, her eyes wide, open, trusting.
Is Cheryl right?
Is she playing me?
Only one fucking way to find out.
I sigh, and take a sip of my coffee, and start.