Beneath Her Bastard Boss

At the cemetery, she stood behind a large oak tree about fifty yards from the gravesite, watching through binoculars as the small group gathered around her empty casket. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn, and she could hear the priest’s voice carrying on the wind.

Agent Rogers spoke quietly into his earpiece from his position near the cemetery gates. “All units in position. Target is with the family group. We have eyes on you.”

Blair adjusted the small recording device pinned inside her black coat and took a deep breath. This was it. After days of planning, after faking her own death, after watching her sisters grieve a lie, this was the moment everything would either come together or fall apart. Would it be for nothing, or would they have justice for their parents?

Through the binoculars, she could see Roman standing with his arm around Sutton’s shoulders while Keira clutched a single white rose. Peter and Vivian stood slightly apart from the group, and Blair noticed her uncle kept checking his watch. Dan and Laura lingered at the back, Laura’s hand resting on her small pregnant belly as she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.

The priest finished his final blessing and stepped back. Blair watched as people began to approach the casket, placing flowers and saying their final goodbyes. She waited as the crowd began to thin, people heading back to their cars.

Peters‘ voice crackled in her earpiece: “Most mourners are leaving. Wait to see if Peter separates from the group. If he doesn’t confront him at his car before he gets in Blair.”

Blair watched as Roman, Sutton, and Keira began walking slowly toward the parking area, heads down in apparent grief. Dan and Laura had already left. Vivian was talking to the priest near his car.

was standing alone by the grave, staring down at the casket with an unreadable expression.

binoculars into her coat pocket and then walked to where her uncle stood. Her heart was pounding so hard everyone could hear it, but she kept her stride steady.

was about twenty yards away when Peter sensed her presence and looked up. The reaction was everything she’d hoped for and more. Her grave was protected from the car park by a tall hedge. So auntie Viv hadn’t couldn’t see her unless she walked through the gate back into the cemetery.

His face went completely white, then flushed red, then white again. His mouth dropped open, and for a moment, he looked like he might collapse.

“Hello, Uncle Peter, you like you have seen a ghost.” Blair said pleasantly, continuing her approach. “Lovely service, wasn’t it?”

“You’re supposed to be dead,” Peter whispered, his voice hoarse with shock.

“Yes, I was supposed to die,” Blair agreed, stopping just a few feet from him. “But unlike my parents, I saw you coming.”

Peter’s eyes darted around the cemetery, taking in their relative isolation. Most of the mourners had left, and the few remaining were too far away to hear their conversation or even see them. He didn’t know about the FBI agents or Peters so close.

“You hired someone to kill me,” Blair said matter–of–factly. “A hitman. Just like you probably hired someone to sabotage my parents‘ plane.”

“You can’t prove anything,” Peter said automatically, but his voice was shaky.

that inquiry into my parents‘ death? The one that had you so worried? It came from my office. I’d been digging into the company finances, and I found some very interesting discrepancies.” Blair smiled coldly. She didn’t say anything about Roman doing the digging. If this went south, she wanted him safe. Although she didn’t think he would rest until uncle Peter was died or arrested. “I know exactly what you did, Peter. And I’m going to make sure everyone else

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emotions: first fear, anger, and lastly, calculation. “You don’t understand the situation you’re

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truth, you tried to have me killed.” Blair’s voice was perfectly calm. “What I’m going to do now is destroy you piece by piece. The police, the press, the courts–I’m going to

find nothing,” Peter snarled, but Blair could see sweat beading on his

been lying for years about the state of the business when

a harsh sound. “They will have to know there was a hitman first. Who is going to tell

“Me,” Blair said sweetly.

dangerously. “You were very stupid to

mean by

died in that car crash,” Peter said, his voice dropping to

I didn’t. And now you’re going to prison for the rest of your

know what, Blair? I normally like people to do my dirty work. Your parents… I had to pay good money to have their plane sabotaged. The hitman I sent after you… more money down the drain when he failed

was racing, but she kept her expression neutral. “So you did kill

they would help me out. I had some debts he wouldn’t pay! He wanted to leave everything to you three spoiled brats instead of anyway, and you were all

“So you murdered them.”

already thinks you’re dead, since you even had a funeral…” Peter’s smile was vicious. “This will be child’s play. I

take a step towards her. “Peter…” She took a step back, hoping it

You’re already

not alone and

“What?”

“FBI! DON’T MOVE.”

shouts came from multiple directions as agents emerged from behind headstones and trees around the cemetery. At the same time, Roman, Peters, Sutton, and Keira

wildly.

on you head and get on the ground!” Agent