My Sister Hid Her Boyfriend Inside My Marketing Firm Until Her Dinner Party

had not touched his water since he sat down. He stared at the screen, his chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths. He looked at the file transfer timestamps, then back at Melissa, his face turning an ashen gray.

“Jake,” I said gently. “Look at the IP addresses for those two logins.”

He checked his wrist watch, his eyes darting continue reading …