“He had us pick it up from round the corner because it’s your favorite and then put the note in. Soppy bugger,” Thomas mumbled.
Sean side eyed him. “Let’s not talk about how soppy you are, Boss.”
“Fuck off. Right, eat because we need to meet Matt in your office.”
“What? Why?”
“Eat,” Sean demanded.
I took a bite of the cinnamon roll, moaning loudly as I realized I’d ordered food for everyone and then didn’t have time to eatanything. Thomas twitched his head, and I picked up my food and followed them down the hall.
“I need coffee too. Do you two want anything?” I asked as I sat behind my desk, Matt already in my office.
I buzzed my assistant, who brought us through our drinks before leaving us again.
A few minutes later, I looked between the three large men staring at me. “Okay. I have eaten and restocked my depleted caffeine levels. Hit me with whatever you’ve got to tell me.”
“Youleaked Anatomical Hourglasses’ album,” Matt informed me, matter-of-factly. I was glad I was sitting down and had swallowed the coffee I’d just taken a mouthful of.
“I what now?”
“You leaked their album,” he repeated.
“Are you being serious?”
“Yeap. The leak came from you.”
When did it get so hot in here?
I looked between him, Thomas, and Sean, sweat gathering on the back of my neck, my heart rate increasing.
“Are you accusing me?” My voice was hard as I glared at them.
“Not accusing you, Fern. Stating the facts,” Thomas replied, his expression fixed.
“I did no such thing. What makes you think I did?”
“The file was sent from your computer, from your email, and we even know that the keystrokes that wrote the email came from your keyboard.”
“But… I didn’t. I would never. Why would I?” I froze. “When was it sent?”
“Last night.” Matt moved to open my office door and two men entered. “We’re going to need to see your phone.”
“Okay.”
“And your email,” he added.
“Okay.”
“Empty your handbag onto the table, Fern. And your laptop bag,” Sean instructed.
I picked my bag from the floor and tipped it out on the table as one of the men scanned over everything with a small black machine. Once they were done, a look passed between the two strangers before one spoke. “Clear, Boss. We’ll take the computer and work out how he did it.”
“Fucking computers,” Thomas muttered, making Sean snort with laughter.
“How long do you need?” Matt asked.
“To be safe, twenty-four hours.”