guests.”
I watched Mr. Bennett’s face.
His shoulders dropped.
That was when I knew.
It no longer mattered whether he believed me.
He was afraid of her.
“Rachel,” he said quietly. “Come into my office.”
The second the door closed behind us, I turned toward him.
“I didn’t take that ring.”
“I know what you’re saying.”
“You know me.”
He rubbed both hands over his face.
“The access record is a problem.”
“Then call the police.”
He looked surprised.
“I mean it. Let them investigate. I have nothing to hide.”
His eyes dropped.
“It isn’t really about the police.”
And suddenly, I understood.
“No.”
“Rachel—”
“Please.”
He sighed.
“Corporate is extremely sensitive about theft accusations, especially when a guest has a large public following.”
My throat closed.
“I have two little girls.”
He looked away.
“Their father died less than a year ago. This is our only income.”
“I’m sorry.”
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