Chapter 143: Snitcher Got Snitched I didn’t work in the office. I chose a spot for my peace of mind, but there wasn’t much of that going on because I can’t get Ares out of my head. It was like he was heavily imprinted in my frontal lobe to make my day shitter. However, it wasn’t thoughts of that but his words. I could feel it... Ares wants to go on a honeymoon with me, AKA have me to himself. And the bastard was quoting a contract to get me to agree. Talk about a bad pick-up line. I sighed, looking back at the screen. I want to print out my document, but I’m having a hard time going through this cluttered desktop. Gary didn’t let me take over his space anymore, so I took Gina’s; she called in sick a few days ago. "Name your folders, will you?" I mumbled, having a hard time finding mine. I had named it New Folder because I thought it was gonna be a swift search, but the damn girl had everything the same name. "Great..." I shook my head, steering this tragedy by opening each one to find mine. Or I could have just checked through the most recent...? Where’s my brain at? "Seriously, Catherine..." I was about to do that, but I stumbled upon a folder. JENNA. What? I passed a look, but no one paid any attention to me, all busy in their desk cubicles. I turned to the screen, and without hesitation, I double-clicked on the folder. "Holy..." I could recognize the random names of those files Jenna gave me, the ones that turned out to be useless; they were all here and more. I went through them swiftly, and they were all details about shipping and warehouses under King Corp. With so much information I couldn’t read them all, but it felt like I had wandered into the dark side of the web. Gina Hale was collecting info. How did she get her hands on something like this? Jenna did mention the devil knew how to sin, which translates to Ares King could cover his tracks without batting an eye. I placed a hand beneath my chin. Gina Hale isn’t exactly the brightest person here. What earned her this job was her socializing experience working with people no one would talk to. There was no way she got all this by herself. I mean, keeping everything as New Folder might have been considered smart for her, but look at all the other folders within it. It clearly spells: Hey! I have all classified information, and I’ll send it to a reporter! I rest my hand on the table, tapping my finger against it. Like a push or perhaps a spark, I selected everything and moved my cursor to delete. I clicked against it without a second thought before moving to the recycle bin to clear everything. Those were obviously evidence that Ares King was doing illegal shit. Did I just destroy it? Oh my god. I leveled my hands on my lap as they shook out of control. I squeezed my eyes shut as my breath shuddered. My morals just went out the window, and all I could think of was protecting Ares. I felt awful and less awful, well, I don’t know! I just feel cluttered. Do I regret it? Yes! But as small as the size of a needle! "What are you doing?" Gina was behind me, eyes wide. I fixed my smile. "Working..." "You have your own office... you can do that there, not take over my space like you did Gary’s!" "You’re forgetting something, Gina..." I pushed to my feet as I walked to her, and being closer, I could see how uneasy she was. "I’m your boss’s wife, and I can work wherever I want." Gina sneered, and I noticed eyes were on us now. "Just because you’re his wife doesn’t mean you can rub it in our faces!" She’s trying to cause a scene. How old-fashioned. "Walk with me..." I said, moving past her. "Why? You’re not the boss of me, and I’m here to finish up my work." I halted, and it took a beat before I strolled back to her. Leaned to her ear and said one word that made her entire body lock tightly. "Jenna." I turned on my heels, and I heard her following behind me. "C-Catherine!" she called to me in a shaky voice when we got to an isolated area. "Mrs. King..." I corrected, folding my arms. I needed this power to drag out information from her. She tucked her short hair behind her ear and licked her dry lips. "Mrs. King." "You know you could have easily gotten away with this, but all it took was one word." "I—" "Did you know she was gonna come to me after you filed everything?" Her eyes widened. I’ll take that as a no. I guess we both did not see that coming. "Who was it, Gina..." "W-W-What...?" "You know what I mean. Who gave you that classified info? Because I sure as hell know you didn’t hack to get them. Someone gave those to you..." She sank her teeth into her trembling lip. "Why?" "P-Please don’t tell Mr. King. I-I can’t lose this job, please! This is literally all I have!" The tears ran down her face. "Answer. The. Fucking. Question...!" "I-I-It was given to me to sell, anonymously. I-I’ve never met her b-before and only heard her voice, that’s all. Look, I-I was in a tight spot, and I had a huge amount of information just sitting on my hands and It was..." I zoned out her words. Her? A random person gave her classified info to sell to a reporter and she never questioned it? Typical Gina. "You don’t know anything about this person?" I asked. She shook her head. "N-No." I ate up the space between us, my dark gaze locking her in place. "Did you stash those folders anywhere else?"