Billionaire Decoded by Nella Tyler

man with the camera. Maybe she had just been imagining things. After
all, this was Boston. There were always visitors, travelers, and photographers
taking pictures of historical landmarks and admiring the
architecture. She began to think she had been downright silly to burst into
Brecken's office on Monday morning, jumping to the conclusion that somebody was
following her. She felt embarrassed about that now. For heaven's sake, she had
acted like a terrified heroine in the 1950s B mystery movie.
    She wondered if Brecken had followed
through on his comment that he would have one of his own people do
surveillance. She knew that he had a security department, but that was mainly
for protecting the building and intellectual property inside it, wasn't it? It
wasn't like they were supposed to be perceived as bodyguards. Again she shook
her head, feeling incredibly foolish. She was kind of glad she hadn't seen
Brecken all week. She couldn't imagine what he thought of her now. His new
accounting department manager...afraid of her own shadow? She wanted to be a long-term
employment here, not a temporary one. She would have to keep better control of
her emotions.
    It was nearly mid-afternoon when her
phone rang. She was just wrapping things up at her desk, looking forward to
finishing work, relieving the headache that had begun to pound in her temples,
and resting her eyes after such intense work at the computer all week. She
picked up the phone.
    Hello?" she answered, her voice
soft and lilting. She didn't hear anything. "Hello? Can I help you?"
Still nothing. She frowned, figured it was a mis-dial, but tried one more time.
"Hello, is there something-"
    "How does it feel to work for a
traitor?"
    The voice was male, deep and rumbly,
as if he had just finished coughing.
    "What?" Had she heard
correctly? "What did you say?"
    Nothing.
    "Hello? What are you talking
about?"
    She heard the dial tone. The caller
had hung up. What the hell? How does it
feel to work for a traitor ? Who was he talking about? Brecken? How could
anyone get the idea that Brecken was a traitor? She shook her head, frowning.
Did this have anything to do with the guy that was following her with the
camera? Someone had been following her.
    What the hell was going on? Her
heart rate accelerated. As she glanced down at her desk, she realized that her
hand shook as she replaced the receiver on the combination phone and answering
machine. Shit. She was fortunate she was already sitting down. If she had been
standing, she was sure her knees would be wobbling by now. What the hell was
going on?
    Should she say something to Brecken?
Was someone just playing a joke on her? A prank? Was she going through some
kind of hazing at the company as a new employee? There was no doubt that she
had likely been hired over a few others in the company that had probably put in
more time, so maybe someone was jealous or upset. Someone was trying to make
her nervous enough to quit. A man following her. Taking pictures. A mysterious
phone call. Accusations of Brecken being a traitor? This all made no sense.
    She glanced at her computer screen,
all her documents closed now, wondering what to do. She didn't want to go
running up to Brecken again with yet another suspicious claim. Then again, that
phone call had been directed to her on her phone line in her office. It wasn't
some bystander on the street. Someone had called her office extension. She was
still so new that her name and number were not likely listed in the public
company directory, so how would someone get her extension number?
    Her computer screen flickered for a
second. She quickly focused on it, frowning. What now, a power surge? To her
dismay, the computer screen suddenly went black. What the hell? She half rose
in her chair, thinking to unplug the entire system. This was a computer
programming company. They didn't get computer glitches.
    But they could be hacked. Just as
she was reaching for the power plug, another image popped up