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black security box next to the door.
    “I want to keep my job.” Was so afraid to say it out loud, to show how much she wanted it, that she nearly choked on the words. To her horror, Molly felt her eyes sting. She bet her nose was turning red.
    Sara scrunched up her face. “No one is going to fire you because you’re a trust fund baby.”
    Molly froze in mid-flinch. Trust fund baby? Was she joking? She stared at the other woman through squinty eyes.
    “I promise,” she said as she yanked open the door.
    She was afraid to move, to do anything that would straighten out this turn of events. But her boss seemed sincere. “O…kay.”
    “It’ll be a secret just between us girls,” Sara decided as she walked into the executive floor’s inner sanctum.
    Relief flooded her so fast it hurt. “Thank you!” she called after her boss.
    Oh, good grief! People thought she was a trust fund baby? Molly pressed her hand against her mouth to keep from laughing like a lunatic.
    Well, if that was how people wanted to see her, who was she to disappoint? She’d do her best.
    Trust fund baby.
    If only.
    Sara pushed the door open and dashed through the reception area, making a run for the elevator. “I forgot! I’m late for a meeting. Kyle is going to kill me.”
    What else is new?
    “Can you start looking for hotels?” she asked, hitting the up button. “Nicest penthouse suites you can find.”
    “Sure thing.” Molly grabbed her pen, noticing her hand still shook from the heartfelt relief. “Days?”
    “Monday to Monday,” she said. “You’ll have to look up the dates.
    She wrote it down with a flourish. “Got it.”
    “Love that scarf of yours, by the way,” Sara said as she stepped into the elevator. “Where did you get it?”
    “One of my travels.” To the consignment shop.
    “Yeah, where’s it from?”
    Molly remembered the care label. “Bangladesh.”
    “Wow.” Sara looked impressed. Molly was impressed she pronounced the country’s name correctly. “Oh, I should be back in an hour.”
    “Okay.” Molly watched the elevator door close and sank into her chair. She was so going to burn in hell for each and every one of her lies.
    Why’d she do that? It just came spilling out of her mouth and she apparently had no shut-off valve. Stop trying to push the image down her throat!
    Trust fund baby. Molly clucked her tongue and grabbed for the phone. Yeah. Just watch this trust fund baby work the cash advance stores.
     
    “Anything else, Kyle?” Sara asked, her fingers flying over her keyboard.
    He scanned the faces along the conference table. He had just updated his top executives on what they needed to know about the attempted theft, and they watched him, everyone on their best behavior.
    And Kyle wondered how much could they be trusted.
    His mind wandered to the first time someone stole one of his ideas. He had been in high school when he and his friends came up with a groundbreaking idea. It had been a fun and wild time until the big software companies started sniffing around.
    Those friends were long gone. The moment they could, those guys took the idea, the credit, the money, and ran.
    Kyle never mourned the energy and sacrifices he made for that idea. And he now made more money every day than the lump sum his friends had received. But he missed the innocence he once had, and the freedom that went with it.
    He didn’t know what happened to those friends, and wasn’t interested in looking them up. They did teach him a valuable lesson, though. He had to watch his back.
    “Kyle?” Sara prompted.
    “No, we’re done.” He stood up, reminding himself that he wasn’t that high school kid anymore. He was now in a position of power.
    He craved power more than seeing his ideas come together. It was what pushed him to become a leader in computer software. He achieved his goal, but not the invincibility he thought would go with it.
    As he headed for the back steps, he heard Timothy calling for him. Kyle