But when your best friend was murdered and his billion-dollar inheritance stolen, do you blame me?
Fuck you, Sandy.
Theo slides his phone towards me, showing Sally’s social media account.She’s pretty, in her late twenties, stylish, and appears confident.
Her son...looks like Zoe.
Well, well, well, Anthony.
Does Gemma know about this?Is Sally the only woman you knocked up while married?
“She purchased a new condo with the money before her child was born,” Robin says, swiping his phone, and I figure he’s on her Instagram account.
I can’t be angry with her.
I’ve been lucky so far, not getting a woman pregnant, and I hope it stays that way.But the war raging in my chest is on behalf of Gemma.She loved him—loves him—and that fucker doesn’t deserve it.
“How much did he spend on gambling and drugs over the past five years?”I ask.
Theo flicks through his files, and we watch as he does a quick calculation.“We’re looking at around seven million.An estimate.”
Plus, the five hundred thousand to Sally.
“Any other payouts to women?”
“Two.Much smaller amounts.”Theo nods.
“So, round it up to eight million.”
Robin and Theo stare at me.They’re thinking the same as me.It’s the number that would have gotten Open Leaf out of the hole they were in when Gemma sold up the business.
Anthony Ford’s deceit hangs in the air like a stench.
I know the two men have built a professional relationship with Gemma over the past month.She’s likeable, pretty and (except for me) has helped my team with anything they need.
“Sorry, I just have to say this,” Robin, who is married, pipes up.“What a fucking dick.”
Theo nods, then starts shaking his head.“I heard Gemma on the phone talking to her bank manager last week.About her mortgage.”
What?
My brows shoot up.
Are her finances that bad?
Then what the fuck is she doing here?Why hasn’t she taken my offer and used it to pay her mortgage?
Then what?
She could sell the fucking penthouse.Is she keeping it because it was the home she and Anthony bought?
Jesus, I bet it is.
She’s sentimental.
I rub my thumb along my forefinger, gritting my teeth.I could walk along the hall right goddamn now and tell her about Sally Wallstone.About her son.
Zoe’s half-brother.