She really didn’t have time for this shit.
Carina’s grip tightened around her cellphone as she kept her gaze trained on the road ahead. “Holt, would you make up your mind. I thought you wanted me to get to Mick right away. What changed?”
“There’s no time to get into it now, but trust me. It’s big.”
“Damn it, Carina. I said, trust me. Now I’m going to call the sheriff’s office. Just meet us back at the office.”
Carina gritted her teeth and ended the call with Holt. She made a quick U-turn and headed back to the office. Whatever Holt had discovered about Lance Burnham had to be big. He wouldn’t tell her what it was over the phone, but it was serious enough for him to forego their initial plan to talk to their lawyer and instead return back to confront the man. With the sheriff, no less?
What the hell is going on?
She blew out a frustrated breath. It was days like this that she wanted to walk away from it all and open that yoga studio in Houston. But then she thought about all the work she’d put into BCI and Holt’s arrogance that made him think he’d done it all on his own, and she knew she couldn’t give in easily.
Carina made it to the small office building of Wright & Sons and was pleasantly surprised to find her badge still active. She hurried to her office, acutely aware of the lack of people around the office.
Where was everybody?
It wasn’t long for Carina to discover what had happened to everyone. The memo on her desk said it all. It appeared everyone at Wright & Sons/Bastion Coastal Industries had been terminated. Effective immediately. Carina crushed the letter in her palm.
And to think she’d found that son-of-bitch Lance Burnham remotely attractive.
“Carina Marie Stone, you can sure pick ‘em.” She shook her head in disgust. Between Lance Burnham and Holt Bastion, she had horrific taste in men.
Carina, however, would be damned if she let either men screw with her career.
She marched to Holt’s office, ready to confront the bastard that was not only trying to destroy what she’d worked hard to achieve, but who had also just screwed over so many hardworking employees in the process. She pushed the door to the large office open, but what she walked into was a sight that surprised her into a halt.
“What are you doing?”
Lance glanced up from the papers he was shredding and cursed. He straightened and rounded the desk toward her.
Still stunned, Carina glanced around the now cluttered office and stared pointedly at the piles of shredded documents. “What the hell is all this?”
Lance followed her gaze then turned back to her, his pale green eyes becoming as cold as the Arctic. “What is it with you people?” Without warning, he pulled a semi-automatic from the back of his waistband and Carina’s stomach dropped. “What part of hostile takeover don’t you get?”
She threw her hands up, terror causing her legs to tremble as she kept her eyes trained on the fierce looking gun in his hands. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
Lance shrugged. “Maybe. Guess that’s what happens when you have parents who don’t want you and a bitch of a fiancée who cheats on you weeks before your wedding. Hard to care about anything when you have nothing left to lose.” He waved the gun toward her. “Now get in here and shut the damn door.”