The Temp (34 page)

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“Shocking news today as Roman Industries’ stocks plummets another twenty points in minutes,” said the news anchor.
“Investors are pulling out over the security breach and leaked information overnight. They are sceptical whether the company will recuperate from this loss.”

“Gerry, tell us, do you think Roman Industries can save itself?” said the anchor.

“It’s a sinking ship and fast. It’s the end of the Roman Empire as we know it.”

Eve turned away from the TV screen her body wracked with new tremors. She had the documents pressed against her chest as if holding her heart in its cage in case it should fly away.

The overhead announcer rang out. “We are now boarding flight 9734 to Brazil, that’s flight 9734 to Brazil. The crew will be boarding economy class first.”

Eve stood at the departure gate.

She should go. Everything said she should get away, her conscience fought against it. The voices battled and raged inside her. Maybe if she went back, she could-
No, stop thinking like that
. How could she make amends? How could she undo this?

What if she got Roman to believe she was blackmailed from the very start?

No.
She’d been the one to commit the last act not Trigger.

She’d done the crime. She was the culprit all along.

Eve shifted her weight from one foot to the next. She still stood there as time and people passed her by and the overhead announcer rang again.

“This is the last call for flight 9734 to Brazil. The last call. Any remaining passengers should make their way to Gate 53.”

END OF BOOK ONE