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But when I tugged the door open, Mia wasn’t there.

Instead, a woman in a yellow blazer with curly hair and a pen lodged behind her ear worked on a laptop at Mia’s desk.

A memory stirred. I’d seen her before. She’d been at that lunch with Morales when my family walked in on their group.

Our eyes connected. Her face blanched.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growled.

Her chair screeched as she pushed back, eyes wide. “Don’t come any closer.”

That voice. It was the same voice I'd overheard at Mia’s place when one of her father’s staffers showed up to drop off documents.

I smiled at her coldly. “Jenny.”

Her eyes were the size of saucers.

Scared?

Good.

She’d tell me everything I needed to know.

“Where is she?” I growled.

Her throat bobbed. “I don’t know.”

I stalked toward her and fisted both hands in the lapels of her blazer, yanking her hard against the wall. “Start fucking talking. Why are you here?”

She clawed at my arms. “Just to answer some emails!”

I glanced over my shoulder at the laptop. I recognized the background. It was Mia’s. “Why are you answeringheremails?”

“I can’t tell you. He’ll fire me.”

“What do you care about more? Your job or your life?”

Her lips trembled.

My fists tightened, bunching the fabric. “I don’t like hurting women, Jenny. But if you don’t tell me where Mia is, I will throw you through that fucking window and run you over with my car. It’s a shitty way to go. Don’t fucking tempt me.” I jerked my head at the laptop. “What are you writing in those emails?”

“That Mia will be out of office until after the election,” she choked out.

“And why would that be?”

When her eyes flickered with hesitation, I lifted her several inches off the floor. Her shoes scraped against the wall. “Talk.Now.”

“Please put me down!” she wailed, her nails dragging across my hands.

“Answer me,” I roared. “Where is she?”

“She’s at home with her parents!”

“Why is her phone turned off?”

“They took it from her. She’s not allowed to leave until after the election. Please, I can’t breathe!”

I dropped her. She collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.