Page 24 of Ruthless Contract
I took this as a game, a challenge. I created obstacles to test her skills, growing increasingly attracted to her as she found a way to overcome them.No more. I was done playing games with JulietWithCurves.
When I got back to the States, things were going to change. I would create a tracking script that was guaranteed to deliver the results I needed. But I couldn’t send it to her as a link. Juliet was too smart to click a random link or open some suspicious file.
She'd smell a trap immediately. No, if I wanted to find her, I had to entice her with something she couldn’t resist opening. She’d been testing my defenses, looking for weaknesses.
For months, she’d been trying to hack into my emails. Fine. I’d create an opening for her. Something classified. Something irresistible. But I had to make sure the script was ready before I added it to the file.
There could be no fuck ups. If Juliet suspected she'd triggered a tracker, she'd disappear before I had a chance to locate her. She'd abandon every account she'd used to contact me and wipe her devices clean.
That meant the script couldn't trigger an alert. It couldn't trip her antivirus. It couldn't give her a warning message or do anything else that would draw attention to itself. The moment her computer started behaving strangely, she'd know something was wrong.
Juliet wasn't the type of woman who ignored warning signs. She'd stop what she was doing and start digging. And if she started digging, she'd find it. If this was going to work, she'd have to open the file, look through it, and walk away believing she'd gotten exactly what she came for.
Meanwhile, the script would quietly do its job in the background, giving me the information I needed to finally find the woman hiding behind the mask. It should only take me a couple of days to build the script I wanted.
Then another few days to test it and tweak the code if it didn’t work properly. Within a week of returning home, I should be ready to add the script to a classified bait file. I’d lain awake all night, and that was the plan I finally came up with.
Return home and work on a tracker script.
I’d never had to work this hard to get a woman. But Juliet was worth it. If it worked, would it change things between us forever?Yes. Would she be shocked when I showed up on her doorstep with roses and chocolates?Yes.
But she’d left me no choice. I had to do this. And if there was some other man at her place when I arrived, if there was some other man in her life, I’d just kill him and have the cleaners dispose of his body.
If she’d wanted him to live, she never should’ve flirted with me. Sleep had eventually come, but my alarm went off soon after. Juliet had occupied most of my thoughts throughout the night, and unfortunately, she wasn't any easier to forget in the daylight.
On the way to work, I received an email from Julisa letting me know the new translator had arrived. Sienna was early. When I made it to the casino, I headed straight to the conference room.
I heard laughter before I even opened the door. I entered and found Julisa and Sienna seated at the table together, eating donuts and speaking rapid-fire Spanish. Whatever Julisa had just said had Sienna laughing hard enough that she snorted.
Well, at least someone was having a good morning. And it was good that Sienna and Julisa were getting along. Plus, Sienna seemed to understand her, thick accent and all, which was great. This would work.
"Good morning, ladies."
Both women looked up. Julisa greeted me warmly, which was a much-needed improvement from how she’d treated me yesterday.
"Rome!" Sienna shouted with a grin. “How are you?”
“I’m good. And you?”
“I’m great!” she told me. “Happy to be out of the house for a change.”
My attention shifted to the third person in the room. Stefano sat beside Sienna, scrolling through something on his phone. Unlike Sienna, he wasn't laughing. His expression was serious.
“Hello, Stefano,” I greeted.
Looking up, he rose from his chair and crossed the room.
"Rome,” he acknowledged, extending his hand.
I shook it.
“How many hours do you need Sienna’s help today?" he asked.
“Well,” I glanced at Julisa.
“Full time,” Julisa whispered, loud enough for Stefano to hear.
“Full-time,” I told him.
