Uncovering You 7: Resurrection Read Online Free PDF

frustration. “Jeremy, why won’t you listen to me? Look, this is what happened. I was waiting by the elevator, ready to leave, when a man approached me. He looked familiar. It took me a moment to place him. I saw him once, months ago, when you introduced me to your board! Don’t you remember?”
    “Don’t mock me now,” Jeremy says. His voice is soft and dangerous. “Of course I remember. I remember everything that has to do with this company. I remember everything that has to do with you .”
    “That’s very sweet,” I say sarcastically. “May I continue?”
    Jeremy gestures in an off-handed manner.
    “He asked me to go with him. I didn’t know what he wanted, so I said ‘no’. I was ready to leave. I wanted to go home…to see you.”
    Jeremy curls his lips back into the thinnest facsimile of a smile. “How sweet,” he mimics.
    I ignore the provocation. “He told me it was about you. Then he called you by your first name. To my face.”
    I expected some reaction from Jeremy when I said that.
    He gives none. He just looks at me expectantly, clearly waiting for me to continue.
    “Don’t you think that’s a little bit unusual?” I ask.
    “As long as it’s not done in my presence, people can call me whatever they want,” Jeremy says. “So what, Lilly? Get to the point. My patience is wearing thin.”
    “The point ,” I say, growing angry, “is that he knew about us. About me and you. About our relationship outside of work.”
    Jeremy looks unimpressed. “So?” he asks. “Anybody with half a brain could put two and two together. It’s only on your insistence that we maintain the charade of formality in this building.”
    “Not that,” I hiss. “He knew about us…about you…about…” My nerves almost fail me. “…The collar.”
    That gets his attention. “What did you say?”
    “The man…Hugh Blackthorne—whoever—had photographs of us, Jeremy. On your island. He gave them to me.” I look around, searching for the envelope, but can’t find it right away. “Even worse, just before I left, he reached into his desk and took out…the collar.”
    “That’s impossible,” Jeremy says. “That technology has only been shared with a few, privileged individuals—all of whom I trust with my life. I don’t have extra collars just floating around, Lilly.”
    “Then explain what I saw,” I challenge.
    Jeremy exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what you saw,” he says. “But I have a way of finding out.” His eyes move to the corner of the ceiling.
    “You have cameras in here?” I exclaim. “That means they just recorded everything…everything you and I did?”
    “Oh, don’t act so affronted,” he snarls. “Of course I have cameras here. Security is vital. I have cameras on every floor, in every room, of this building. I gave you control over the inside of my house. Don’t expect me to do the same here.”
    “I don’t’ expect that,” I say softly, looking at my feet.
    “Then when you’re done playing games with me—when you’re done trying to test me—we can go and see exactly what got you so riled up.”
    “Okay,” I say. “Let’s do it. Maybe then you’ll believe me.”
    Jeremy leads us out the back door, down a series of halls, and into a small surveillance room. It’s locked away behind two heavy metal doors.
    The room is dark. The only illumination comes from the screens glowing around me. They cast a blue hue over the space.
    Jeremy approaches one and keys in his access code.
    “Now,” he says, turning to me, “when did this happen? When did the man approach you?”
    “Just before I came to you,” I say.
    “Where?”
    “By the elevators on the 18 th floor. I was about to leave.”
    “Hmm,” Jeremy’s fingers make a few keystrokes, and the main display goes to the camera overlooking the elevators on the 18 th floor. He rewinds the tape and points to the screen. “There you are,” he says.
    “Just wait,” I tell him.
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