Todos los capítulos de The Bill‍ionaire’​s Muse: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Meghan’s POVMarcus lived on the fourth floor of an old brick building on the other side of the city. The front door didn’t latch, so Adrian pushed it open and we took the stairs.“What if he doesn’t answer?” I asked on the way up.“Then we wait.”“And if he’s not there?”Adrian glanced back at me. “His assistant said he called in sick this morning. He’s there.”Apartment 4C was at the end of the hall. Adrian knocked twice. Nothing. He knocked again, harder, and the door moved under his hand.It wasn’t locked.He looked at me, then pushed it open a few inches. “Marcus? It’s Adrian Vaughn.”Something thumped inside. Then silence. Adrian stepped in, and I followed.Through the bedroom door, I could see a suitcase open on the bed. Marcus stood beside it with a folded shirt in his hands, frozen.“You can’t be in here,” he said.“Your door was open,” Adrian said.“That doesn’t mean you can walk in.”“You called in sick.” Adrian nodded at the suitcase. “Where are you going?”Marcus dropped

Meghan’s POVI hadn’t planned to go looking for Imogen. Adrian had been called upstairs to his father’s office the moment we walked into Vaughn Holdings, and I was supposed to wait for him in the lobby. I lasted about four minutes before I took the elevator to the design floor.Imogen’s door was half open. She was at her desk with her glasses pushed into her hair, staring at her screen without typing anything. When I knocked, she looked up and her face changed.“Meghan.” She took off her glasses. “You shouldn’t be here.”“I know.” I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. “I need to talk to you.”“If this is about the leave, I can’t…”“It isn’t about the leave.”She studied me for a second, then nodded toward the chair across from her. I didn’t sit.“Marcus Hale is dead,” I said.Imogen’s hands went still on the desk. “I heard.”“I was there. I was holding his hand.”She looked down. “I’m sorry.”“He was about to tell us who paid him to take the blame for that instruction. He go

Meghan’s POVHarlan finished reading the page in front of him before he looked up. He set it on the pile, took off his glasses, and nodded at the chairs.“Sit. All of you.”Adrian took the seat beside mine. Vivienne stayed by the door until Harlan looked at her, then sat at the far end with her bag in her lap.“The family filed this morning,” Harlan said, tapping the top page. “They want a settlement. If we don’t give them one, they’re taking this company to court. They’ve named you too, Meghan.”“I saw it on the news.”“Then you know how this looks from where I sit.” He folded his hands. “I’m going to ask you once, and I want the truth, even if it’s ugly. Did you alter that file?”“No.”“Tell me what happened.”I had gone over it so many times in the last few days that it came out in order. “I found a column on the second floor that didn’t line up with the support above it. I told Naomi the engineers needed to check the connection before anything was closed up. I said the support abo

Meghan’s POVI called Sofia four times between the penthouse and the highway. Each time, her voicemail picked up with the same bright message. By the fourth call, I stopped leaving anything.“She has studio in the afternoons,” I said. “They make everyone put their phones away.”“Then that’s all it is,” Adrian said.He didn’t sound like he believed it, and he didn’t slow down.Her dorm was a brick building at the edge of campus. Adrian pulled in behind it, and I was out of the car before he had stopped. I called her again from the entrance, and this time, it picked up.“Meghan? You’ve called me like ten times. What’s wrong?”I leaned against the wall and shut my eyes. “Where are you?”“In my room. Studio ended early, and I just turned my phone back on. Why? You’re scaring me.”“I’m downstairs. Don’t open your door for anyone but me. I’m coming up.”She was waiting at the top of the stairs when we got there. She was still wearing her jacket, and she had her arms wrapped around herself.

Meghan’s POVThe report ran eleven pages.I read the first two standing at the desk with my light in one hand. By the third, I had set the light on the blotter and pulled out the chair.Daniel Whitaker had been careful. Every problem had a number beside it and a photograph clipped underneath, listed from the least serious to the worst.The concrete poured on the second level had failed its strength tests twice. The supports beneath it were cracking, and the cracks were wider at each inspection. The temporary shoring had been pulled early to save time, which left the full load on columns that were never meant to carry it alone.On page nine, he stopped listing and wrote what he wanted done.The structure is unsafe for continued loading. I recommend immediate suspension of all work above the first level and removal of all personnel from the site until repairs are complete. This recommendation should not be deferred.He had underlined the last sentence by hand.Stapled behind page eleven