Never Say Never, Part Two (Second Chance Romance, Book 2) by Melissa Shaw Page A

life?
    If they were this intimately connected, who knew what she’d told him.  
    He might know where she lived, what she did for a living, her plans. God, he might even know about Chase. That thought chilled her more than the others put together. If Brian took exception to Chase, he had the power to get rid of him in true Ross style.  
    Brian Ross had more connections than a woman in a Xena the Warrior Princess costume at Comic Con.
    “Yeah baby, that’s the stuff.” The video was still on, and Emily stuck her tongue out in disgust. That disgust turned to concern.  
    This woman was Chase’s girlfriend and she’d betrayed him. She’d destroyed his trust as surely as Brian had destroyed Emily’s. She couldn’t let that fly. As angry as she was at the fool of man, there was no way she’d let him get hurt by this utter bitch.  
    She was more than that. She was an emotionless creature to do this to him.  
    Emily took several screenshots of the video, then opened Brian’s email, attached the images and sent them to her inbox. Then she painstakingly deleted the sent mail, went into his images and deleted the screenshots as well.  
    She switched the tablet off and back on again to wipe any memory it had of her snooping.  
    She couldn’t risk him discovering her presence too soon. Though Amanda would probably let him in on her first visit at the earliest opportunity. Another weak woman if ever there was one.  
    Footsteps rang out upstairs and she quickened her pace.  
    Emily wiped the tablet down with the end of her sweater and replaced it exactly where she’d found it, then hurried to the door.  
    She closed it behind her and ambled into the road. She whipped out her smartphone and dialed a number.  
    “Hi, would you mind picking me up?”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

    Emily breathed through her nose and waited patiently on the comfortable armchair in the lobby of the building.
    Chase’s secretary polished her nails and ignored her. She’d asked for an appointment and the woman had phone up to check with him. He’d said to wait. It was irritating as all hell, but at least she’d get to see him.
    She’d been such a fool to reject him. She hadn’t realized that he had issues of his own. She was so wrapped up in her own drama, that she hadn’t stop to think how it would affect him. Hopefully it wasn’t too late to apologize and make things right.  
    “Emily?” The receptionist spoke up and she rose from the armchair and went to the front desk, a glass and steel construction. “He’ll see you now.”  
    “Oh, that’s great.” Butterflies flitted around in her belly.  
    “Take the elevator to the twelfth floor.”  
    “Which office is his?”  
    The secretary gave her a snarky grin. “All of them.”  
    That wasn’t intimidating at all. Emily gripped her tote and marched to the elevator. A man in a suit, carrying a stack of papers, opened it by pressing the button with his elbow, then scurried inside.  
    She shadowed him, a bit like a nerdy girl at a party. She didn’t belong here. This was too high power, too high profile. Would she ever fit in with Chase’s world?  
    Either way, she wouldn’t let Janet’s betrayal go unnoticed. He had to know, even if he didn’t want to hear it from her lips.  
    She pressed the button for twelfth and turned to the dude with the paper chimney. “Which floor?”  
    “Seventh,” he mumbled, staring straight ahead, gaze unfocussed. Obviously crunching numbers in his head or something.  
    She pressed the seven and twelve buttons respectively, and the silver doors slid closed. She examined her reflection in them and fixed her hair.  
    At least she’d found him. Though figuring out that he bought and sold businesses for a living had been quite an easy task. She’d simply Googled him – she’d been putting that off because it was a bit too ‘stalker’ – and brought up everything from Chase Newman the mogul, to the Newman Family Trust, to an Autism