Page 116 of Sexting the Boss
“Yes,” I say. “She wants guarantees.”
“Then we give her a deadline,” he replies. “And we do it on our ground.”
The next evening, he sets it up, and he doesn’t argue when I tell him I’m not walking into any room without structure and exits and people who aren’t his.
It’s a private space, wired, recorded, and controlled, and there’s an agent present who looks like a regular guy until you notice how he watches the door and the corners.
Sabrina shows up with sunglasses she doesn’t remove.
“I want this recorded,” she says immediately.
“It will be,” the agent replies, flat and professional.
Ethan keeps his hands visible, posture calm, and he lets the agent do the framing, because Sabrina relaxes when rules exist on paper.
She places a thin folder on the table.
“There’s a notarized affidavit,” she says. “Numbers. Context. Names.”
Ethan opens it and flips through, and I see the moment his focus sharpens, because something new just landed.
On the first page is a name that isn’t a company.
It’s a politician.
Ethan swears under his breath, quiet and controlled, and his eyes lift to Sabrina.
“That’s why she’s stayed protected,” Sabrina says, and her smile returns, satisfied. “The money wasn’t just hidden, it was buying favors.”
Ethan turns another page, and the routing paths are clean enough to follow and ugly enough to ruin everyone they touch.
“Is this all of it?” Ethan asks.
“No,” Sabrina replies. “It’s enough.”
The team copies and logs everything, the agent speaks the agreement into the recorder, and Sabrina signs like she’s done it before, because she has, just not on this side of the table.
When she leaves, she looks at me like we’re allies.
“You’re welcome,” she says.
“I’m not thanking you,” I answer.
She laughs and walks out.
When the door shuts, Ethan exhales once, and his hand tightens on the folder.
“She just gave us what we need to reach Victoria,” he says.
“And she pulled someone bigger into it,” I reply.
Ethan’s eyes hold mine. “Yes.”
I stare at the documents, then at the recorder, then at Ethan, and I can feel my anger settling into something that isn’t panic anymore.
“Where does this put us?” I ask.
“It puts Victoria in range,” he says. “It puts Sabrina in range, and it keeps Gavin in range even from a cell.”
