Chapter Thirty Five

Rihanna’s POV

Every day, right before leaving the office, I usually switch on the "Do Not Disturb" mode on my phone. I couldn’t let David know that I had a phone. And ever since he returned my own phone to me, I'd been too caught up in texting Ivory to even check the other phone that Maria lent me.

"I swear I didn't see the message until now," I said sincerely.

The message had warned of consequences if we didn't comply. What kind of consequences did they mean?

Surely, he couldn't be considering firing me just because I didn't show up to work on a weekend, right? Even he wouldn't be that cruel.

"Um," I swallowed nervously. "Could you fill me in on the meeting I missed? If it's not too much trouble," I mumbled.

He shot me a piercing look before saying, "A file is missing. A very important one." The way his eyes bore into mine when he emphasized "very" sent a shiver down my spine. "The file was in the drawer attached to your desk in your office. I accessed it myself three months ago, bef