Chapter fifteen.

I cussed and dropped my phone hard on the table. My mind was in disarray and I just couldn't think. Zina just quit her job because of those videos. I had no clue who posted them, but if I got to find out, then they would be doomed.

I'd bring them down.

Margaret stood by me, also pacing. She walked to my door and scrutinized the back of it. "You're being bugged."

"Obviously. Shit." I canceled all my appointments after Zina left my office. There was no point attending all those without a secretary. Without Zina. "Are you sure she'll ever come back? Even after we find the perpetrators."

Margaret turned to me from the door. "You like her, don't you?"

I turned away from her. "That wasn't the question." I also didn't know if I liked Zina. It was a battling thought.

She turned back to the door, looking at the knob. "If she likes you, she'll always come back. I've seen it in her eyes." She plucked out something. "Damn it, you are being bugged." In her hands was a small, negligible camera