I stood up and walked past her without waiting for a response. I opened her office door and went straight inside. I stopped in front of the window, crossed my arms, and stared outside, trying to keep my temper in check.
She had hidden something big from me. Jack Kuinn wasn't just some random name. He was the one behind everything we had been dealing with, and she had known about him from the start. That meant all of this—her asking for help, the confusion, the searching—might not have been as real as I thought.
The door closed behind me. I heard her step inside, but I didn't turn around.
"You lied," I said.
"Wait…" she started. "I—"
"Not. Another. Lie." I turned to face her. "Who is he?"
She rubbed her face and let out a breath before sitting down on the couch. I walked closer but stayed standing, looking down at her while she tried to gather her thoughts.
"He was my ex," she said finally. "My brother introduced us. He's rich. He backs a lot of businesses in Uptown."
