Chapter Thirty-One
She couldn’t stop shaking. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she bit her lip hard to try to stop crying. He didn’t say a word in my defense. Could he really believe the awful accusations? That she would steal? That she’d seduced him to facilitate the thievery?
Making it worse, all the unpleasant details about Gavin had come out, twisted by Corona to make the affair sound more sordid.
Stratos had ordered her to go home. Was the penthouse still her home? She had no place else to go; she’d given up her apartment—and she couldn’t hang around OberTech since she’d obviously been fired. But she had to retrieve her handbag.
Upon boarding the tube, she discovered she no longer had access.
They didn’t waste any time deactivating me.
Feeling sick, she unbuckled the restraints and trudged to Stratos’ suite.
After getting her purse, she peered into his office.
I’ll never see this again. May never see him again after today.
She choked and pressed a knuckle to her lips.
How could this be happening?
He’d claimed to love her, but how quickly he’d doubted her. He’d offered not a single word in her defense, never raised a single question during the entire interrogation. Wouldn’t look at her! Just…go home.
At the time, she’d assumed he’d meant the penthouse, but now, it hit her he’d probably meant Earth.
Go back to your planet, human. She’d rebuilt her savings, but they wouldn’t last forever, and her already-dismal job prospects on Earth would be more dire after a second strike.
Would GAL Friday even want me? She doubted it. I’ll be totally unemployable.
Her gaze settled on Stratos’ work console, recalling the fateful day when Frysta almost caught them in the act. Was that the moment that turned the CEO against her? Or had it occurred earlier?
The outer door whooshed open, and she spun around, expecting Stratos, but two unfamiliar men in official uniforms entered. “May I help you?” she asked automatically, although she didn’t work here anymore.
“Savannah Mays?”
“Yes?”
“You’re under arrest.”