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yler shot back, “Do you think you’ve done well enough?”

Yale’s heart pounded as he looked timidly at Tyler.

“Mr. Hunt, what do you mean by that? Don’t look at me like this–it rattles me. If you think I’ve done something wrong, you can just tell me directly.”

Tyler’s stare cut right through him, like a blade pressed against his skin. Every second of eye contact cranked up the pressure until Yale was close to spilling everything.

But if he spoke, he’d drag Rachel down with him. He could afford to take the fall himself, but there was no

way he’d let Rachel get burned too.

Leaning lazily against the doorframe with arms crossed, Tyler tilted his chin at him.

“Yale, why didn’t either you or Rachel answer my calls?”

At that, Yale’s instincts screamed danger. He rushed to explain.

“Mr. Hunt, don’t misunderstand. Ms. Lloyd and I are clean–there’s nothing between us. We weren’t ignoring your calls on purpose. We were busy at the time, you saw it yourself. We really didn’t have a chance to pick up.”

that so? Yale, you know me. I can’t stand being lied to–especially not by the

voice dropped, deep and

you the chance to come clean right now. If you tell me the truth, I’ll forgive you. But if I find it out on

would let him off, but Rachel’s secrets would be laid bare, and he knew she wasn’t ready for

uncover the truth.

dragging Rachel down

inner struggle, Yale finally made up his mind to cover for

from you. You saw the situation yourself. If you don’t believe

down for a long moment before finally pointing at

“Go to the company.”

let out a sigh of relief once Tyler’s back was turned. But it was only

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investigation, unless everything

out of the shower, Tyler was already

It was from Tyler.