Chapter 11 - THE BETRAYAL|
"Miles, you idiot!" I shouted into the phone. "Moretti will kill you the moment he's done with you!"
"Moretti gave me a million dollars and a passport to South America!" Miles laughed hysterically. "All I had to do was give him the security passcodes for Roman's Beacon Hill house! The ones I saw on your laptop while you were asleep!"
Click.
The line went dead.
Panic, cold and sharp, seized my chest.
Miles had copied my encrypted files while I was working on the audit! He had sold Roman's estate layout to Moretti!
I burst out of Arthur’s office, running down the carpeted hallway while dialing Roman’s private number.
It rang once. Twice. Three times.
Voicemail.
"Roman!" I practically screamed into the phone. "Moretti has your security passcodes! Miles sold them to him! Do not go back to the brownstone! They are coming for you!"
I slammed my phone into my purse, running out onto the rainy street.
Dominic was waiting in the black SUV near the curb. He saw the look on my face and immediately opened the rear door.
"Claire? What's wrong?" Dominic asked.
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"Moretti is hitting the Beacon Hill brownstone right now!" I gasped, sliding into the leather seat. "Drive! Drive!"
Dominic’s face went white. He slammed his foot on the accelerator, the engine roaring as the heavy vehicle surged into the Boston traffic.
