Rust

“It’s none of your business.”

Before I could reach over and grab it, Edwards picked it up, sifting through the worn yellow pages.

“Did Dudley write this?”

My face had gone pale white. I gulped and nodded. It was the second half of the journal, the one that detailed most of Dudley’s plan to steal TruFruit’s patent.

“To you?” He asked, continuing to scour it.

I nodded again, having no words for him at this moment. How dare he? This argument is about him and his lies.

“So, we were right then? He was fired.”

I didn’t respond to this inquiry. He didn’t even look up to see if I had answered. After a few moments, he found the note that had fallen out of the journal when I first found it. I stuffed it back in between the pages, so I wouldn't lose it. I watched his face morph into despair.

“He wanted you to rip me off?”

I stood still.

“Were you going to do it?”

I was frozen in place.

“How could you?”

I wasn’t going to bother telling him that I hadn’t planned to go through with any of it. The f