Where Seth just looks angry.
“Um…” My heart is racing. “I was just looking for you. I—”
I glance at the assistant sitting at the desk outside another executive’s office.
“Come on,” Kendall says smoothly. She nods back the way she and Seth came, and with no other choice, I follow them, my mind racing.
What can I tell them about why I’m here?
Whatever I do, I absolutely cannot tell them about the phone.
Shit, shit, shit.
Kendall leads us around the corner, then opens the door into some kind of small conference room. It’s empty, nothing but a round table and rolling chairs, windows looking out over lower Manhattan. I can even see the Statue of Liberty from here.
Kendall’s closed the door, and it’s silent. We might as well be the only three people on earth. The two of them are waiting for me to say something.
“It was just a theory I had,” I blurt out.
“What theory?” Kendall still doesn’t sound angry.
“Look, we thought Fiona was getting money from someone. No one has more money than all of you. So I thought I’d just come here and see if, I don’t know, your dads’ assistant recognized her, in case she got the money from them.”
“What did she say?” Seth asks tightly.
His eyes haven’t left me. This feels precarious. Like if I put one foot the wrong way, I’m screwed.
“She said she’d never seen her before,” I say truthfully. “So this was all a waste of my time. But I just had to check.”
Kendall and Seth exchange a glance. I hate this. I hate being on the outs.
“Why didn’t you tell me what you were doing?” Seth’s voice is quiet.
“Because I thought you’d react like this, maybe?”
His brows come together, and he’s about to retort something when Kendall steps in.
“I get it.” She looks at Seth. “Tell me the same thought didn’t cross your mind.”
“No, actually, I didn’t think my dad was giving an eighteen-year-old girl money—and what are you implying?” he demands of me. “What do you think Fiona was doing for that money?”
“It was just a theory,” I repeat lamely.
“Seth,” Kendall cuts in. “You can’t blame her for—”
“Let me talk to Addie alone, please.”
Just then the door to the conference room opens. Adults in suits walk in, stop when they see us.
“We were just finishing up,” Kendall says brightly. I keep my head down as we head out the door and down the hallway to an elevator bank—a normal one this time.
“How did you even get in here?” she wants to know as we step into the elevator.
“Service elevator,” I mumble.
She looks impressed. Seth…doesn’t.
We reach the lobby and head out through the double doors. I manage to shoot off a text to Gen not to come get me yet. If Seth sees Jeremy, it’s only going to make things worse.
“Let’s take a walk,” Seth says tightly. Kendall bids us goodbye, a slightly worried look on her face as Seth propels me down the city block. I find I’m actually sorry to see her go.
When we reach the corner, Seth turns and faces me. There are people streaming by, but we might as well be alone; no one is paying us any attention.
“Addie. Are we still in this together?”
“Of course,” I say, but even I don’t believe me.
“So why didn’t you tell me you were coming here?”
“I told you,” I say, throwing up my arms. “I thought you’d be pissed. And I didn’t want to deal with that.”
“You came to search my dad’s office—but did you ever consider searching Jeremy’s place to find the gun he was shooting at us?”
“Seth, your theory that Jeremy was shooting at us is based on nothing. I told you, he doesn’t even own a gun!”
Was this Seth’s plan all along?
To pin it on Jeremy, while his dad gets away with it?
