Raphael
I had immediately taken action to limit Rachel’s access to my e.mail and business accounts. I hadn’t even started questioning her, but she was already acting like a guilty child. She was quiet and sullen, barely speaking unless she was spoken to. Her behavior alone was enough to convince me she was guilty. But before I fired her, I needed proof.
In the early hours of the morning, my phone rang, pulling me from deep sleep. It took me a moment to realize the phone was really ringing and not just a remnant of some forgotten dream. I tried to untangle myself from Beth’s arms so that I could roll and grab the phone from the charger on the nightstand.
The number on the screen had the +39 Italian exchange, so I reluctantly answered it. “Yeah?”
“Uh, Mr. Segretto?”
“Speaking,” I
