“Fuck,” he said, closing his eyes as he dropped his head back against the chair, wondering just how fucking bad this was going to get before it was over. “The bank will only transfer for authorized users.”
“Which is where James Jamerson comes in,” Andi said, immediately grabbing his attention in a big fucking way.
“Who the hell is James Jamerson?”
“Carta Hotels’ VP of Acquisitions and the man that I fully expect to find listed on the original files once we get our hands on them,” she said, sighing heavily as she swiped to a financial form and held it up for him to see.
“They created an authorized account,” he murmured, tightening his hold around Andi as he moved his chair closer to his desk.
“Looks like it,” Andi said as Devyn accessed Carta Hotels’ employee database and typed in the mystery employee’s name and…
“And there he is.”
“Now, we just have to find out who our mystery man really is,” Andi said with a satisfied sigh.
“And how do you propose we do that?” Devyn asked, looking over Jamerson’s employee record, noting that his office was listed on the tenth floor, which, if memory served him correctly, was the janitor’s supply closet.
Nodding, Andi said, “Which is why we’re gonna have a closer look.”
He needed to go to the board with this, but…
He was done playing by their rules.