Chapter 18

She licks her dry lips. "Mr. king, before I share

this with you, I just want to tell you when I did,

I was a cocky teenager trying to prove my

worth to myself and the hacker world. I never

took anyone's credit card numbers, and I never

sold any Information.

It was simply a-"

The realization hits me like a fist in the gut.

"Catgirl."

Of course she's fucking Catgirl.

The only person who ever hacked my code.

No wonder she was nervous about interviewing

at SeCure. What in the hell kind of game was

she playing, showing up at my headquarters,

at my home, for fuck's sake?

The one breach in security, that haunted me

for the past eight years just blew up in my face.

Again. I snatch the manila folder from her hands and dump the contents onto the

bathroom counter.

"I'm sorry." Her voice sounds small. Dammit.

I hate hearing her diminished, even to me a

natural Alpha who demands submissions from

everyone. Even when I'm pissed off with her.

"What the fuck is this?"

I flip the stack of