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it!” came the impatient retort.
    “Oh, yeah, anyway he noticed there were these discrepancies in some of the files. They were really clever and if it had not been for him having to go back he may never have noticed it—it was some weird accounting thing—I don’t know but anyway…someone on the top floor is stealing money, and a lot of it.”
    Jenna’s mouth fell open, literally. Someone was stealing? But how? There were all sorts of procedures in place to prevent embezzlement and… her thoughts were halted by the next words.
    “They called in Blake Lewis. That man is so fine, I saw him on a talk show once—Good Morning America I think it was—talking about how he busted that Senator for selling secrets to some government and my panties almost melted right off.”
    Blake Lewis. She had known the name, of course. He was the PI who had not only busted that Senator but a string of other high profile investigations under his belt. He was a former cop with a real thirst for putting people in jail. She had never watched the shows so she had not recognized his face but she was willing to bet everything she owned he was the man who had made her so eager she had wound up in the bathroom stall in the first place.
    “He’s going to be checking out everyone.” There was glee in the woman’s voice. “What I wouldn’t give to see the face on the person they bust, those bigwigs up there deserve to get their asses handed to them sometimes.”
    She stood there, breathing hard. Dark spots danced before her eyes and she barely registered the two women leaving. Her heart crashed against the walls of her chest and her mouth tightened down into a line. If he was checking everyone he would look into her past too.
    Fear ate into her. Her job was all she had, and she couldn’t afford for anyone to discover who she was—or rather who she had been. That person was long gone, dead, and the thought of her being resurrected terrified Jenna.
    She jerked herself back to the moment, left the stall and went to the sink. Under her eyes light lilac circles had bloomed and her mouth had grown pale below its cover of lipstick. She took a few deep breaths, pasted a pleasant smile on her face and stealthily made her way back to the elevators and to her own floor.
    Denise, her secretary, was in the front room of Jenna’s large and nicely appointed office. Her brown hair was pulled back so tightly her eyes had taken on a slant and her dress was so starched it practically stuck out in sharp angles from her stick thin body. Denise had been at the company for over forty years and she was sharp-eyed, sharp-tongued and incredibly cold.
    The two of them only spoke when necessary, Jenna always felt that she somehow failed to measure up to Denise’s standards, after all Denise had been secretary to Jenna’s predecessor as well as a few other influential men who had since retired. She never hid the fact that she doubted that Jenna would last too long in that office, and that day when Jenna came walking in Denise gave her a sharp stare that made Jenna certain she knew exactly what it was she had been up to.
    The day began and Jenna was in her usual rush. She had a conference and several other meetings all before lunch, and at lunch she had to head down to Keen’s Steakhouse in Midtown to meet a finicky client who was wavering about their loyalty to the company.
    Right as she was leaving Denise popped into her office and tossed a file at her. “I need these documents signed now, please.”
    “I’m on the way out, just leave them.”
    “They need to be couriered over this afternoon.”
    Jenna sighed and checked her watch, “I will get to them as soon as I get back, but I’m going to be late.”
    Denise planted her hands on her hips; it was her typical stance when Jenna was too busy to heed whatever it was that Denise thought was important at the moment. Sometimes Jenna wished she could just fire the damned woman but she had some kind of tenure there