whispered, in a state of denial.
“Please do,” he said and stood. For a moment when I slipped into his chair, I saw a sparkle of life come back into Drake’s eyes.
His sandalwood cologne wafted under my nostrils, and the heat from his body warmed me when we brushed past each other.
My hands frantically dashed across the keyboard, entering my password, and calling up the Donnelly spreadsheets. There was still a discrepancy.
“Isabella, did you find that discrepancy?” Ms. Phillips inquired.
Ms. Phillips’ superior attitude and that smug look on her face sent a chill down my spine. For the first time, I really looked at her. I didn’t take that money. The only other person who could have was my immediate supervisor.
“ You misappropriated that money, Ms. Phillips,” I accused.
“Really, Isabella; Mr. Hart that would be next to impossible. Each of the accounts assigned to our accountants are password protected. There’s no way I could’ve gotten into her accounts. The Information Technology department could confirm that. All of the entries on that report displayed Isabella’s password.”
“Which you could have easily obtained, Ms. Phillips. I wrote it down on a notepad inside of my locked desk— for which you have the spare key,” I spat. Professionalism was long gone since I was fighting to regain my honor.
“I didn’t know that. Besides, your password is supposed to be stored in your head, and not lying around for anyone to get hold of, Ms. Ruiz,” her words were quietly spoken as she maintained her control.
I stared at the bitch, my supervisor. She looked back at me with a big smile on her face which proved guilt to me.
Drake sat back at his desk with the incriminating report. This time when he looked up at me, his blue eyes were flat. His tone of voice became colder when he spat out his orders.
“Ms. Ruiz, you’re relieved of your duties!”
He turned to the security officer. Mr. Nolan, please escort Ms. Ruiz to her desk, make sure that she packs up her personal belongings, and see her out of this building—now!”
“No!” I screamed.
My professionalism was gone when I ripped that report right out of Drake’s hands.
“You can’t fire me!”
“You’re lucky I’m only firing you. I could have you arrested for embezzlement. That’s serious jail-time, Ms. Ruiz.”
“Ms. Ruiz,” I repeated.
Tears welled up in my eyes. Drake truly believed I had taken the money!
I found my right hand sliding across his desk, grabbing his wrist, and wrapping my fingers around his. My mind replayed the last time we made love, and how Drake held my hands. He had a touching fetish, and I hoped he could feel my love for him. We were so close, then. Now, we’re miles apart.
“Look at me, Drake.”
Ms. Phillips and Mr. Nolan stood inside the doorway watching.
“ Querdio , te amo ,” I said softly while my thumb ran over his left hand. “I didn’t take that money. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I can assure you it wasn’t me. I would never steal from you! ”
Our gaze met for a moment, and I know he could see the love in my eyes. Then he released my hand.
“I can’t trust you, Bella. This isn’t just between us. You’re messing with my business now.”
“Drake—”
“Mr. Nolan, do your job!” Drake snapped. He stood and walked out of his office.
I’d just admitted to Drake that I loved him in Spanish, and it didn’t matter.
Ms. Phillips gave me a smug, triumphant grin as Mr. Nolan led me to my office, where I quickly threw all of my personal things into a box. I was so humiliated by this. I couldn’t look any of my friends in the eyes, including Elaina, when I marched out of Hart Enterprises. I held my head high and stood firm in my beliefs. I certainly didn’t steal from my man.
Drake’s lack of faith in me hurt more.
That evening, Elaina called me, but I was too upset to speak to her. I cried myself to sleep that night, but my anger really set in the next
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