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When Evelyn Cruz, the youngest of the Cruz siblings, comes full circle back to an old family friend, she instantly is flooded with old memories. The Valor's have come back with business. That's all they truly cared for. The eldest son of...
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I ignore yet another call from Grayson. I felt bad that I had been ignoring him for almost two weeks. I made excuses to postpone our weekly meetings. Made excuses on why we couldn't go out to eat to make up for those blow-offs. But I'd feel guiltier pretending like nothing happened when something has.
I fucking killed Grayson's best friend and when I did it I didn't even flinch. I killed Trevor in a house full of his house. And prostitutes. I wore contacts and I had gotten a tan. Those bitches were too traumatized that they gave them a description that doesn't fit me. But I'm still scared some know what he did and that they might suspect me.
Stop it, Evelyn. It's been a month and a half. No one knows.
"Uhm, Miss?" My assistant knocks on my door as she opens it. I look up from my computer and look at her. "Yes?" I ask. "Mr. Valor was asking for you. I put him on hold." Of course. "Tell him im busy." She nods and she closes my office door behind her as she leaves. I dont know what i've gotten myself into. What the hell was I thinking giving into the need to have a relationship with Grayson?
I mean how dumb am I? I went down on him right before I find out I basically ruined his life.
He ruined mine.
I let out an exhausted sigh and go back to work. I organize files and answer emails to our already business partners. Then I reach an email from a redacted user I don't recognize so I open it.
I flinch and close out of the email tab. "Shit." I reach for my phone and call my dad. "Dad?" I breathe into the phone. "Yes?" I swallow and try to contain my mini panic attack. "I need you to get someone to trace down the sender of the email I just forwarded to you. It's...concerning." Seconds pass by with no words. I hear him click the mouse off his computer then I hear his breath catch.
"I'll call you later I need to get someone on this." He hangs up on me and I sit back in my chair. I need to trust that he will get to the bottom of this. It's going to be fine. "You seem frustrated." I gasp. My eyes land on the large figure at my door. "I tried to call you but the line was busy-" My assistant pleads out of breath. "Just- whatever, just go." I wave her off and she leaves.
