Or rather, a stolen document. Because how the hell did it just disappear?
It didn’t.
Someone fucking took it. There had to be someone on the inside. Who would have access to or a connection with Mackenzie to do this? Someone desperate for some cash? Usually, it was money that made people do bad things.
He pressed a button on his phone, and it dialed.
“Daniel.”
“Hunter,” he said to his brother. “I need your help, buddy.”
“You, okay?” Hunter asked, and Daniel calmed just hearing his brother's voice.
“I’m working an angle, but I need to step things up. I’m not going down without a fight.”
“About fucking time.”
Daniel updated him on the situation and asked him to sniff around and find out who might have financial difficulties or have a gripe with Dufort Dynasty.
“They’ll need to have access to the finance or legal team areas and files.”
“As far as I know, only Brent, Suzanne and anyone with Dufort in their name have access to those vaults,” Hunter said. “I’ll dig around and find out what I can.”
“Codes get given out. Just be discrete. I don’t want to raise any alarms. This is already a tenuous situation.”
“Of course,” Hunter said. “We’ll work this out. You’re not marrying that asshole's daughter.”
No. He fucking wasn’t.
Daniel ended the call and walked into the bedroom.
He should head back to New York. Things were turning to shit. None of the meetings he’d scheduled in Hawaii were as important as this, and frankly, he was distracted wondering what Harper was up to.
He should leave.
The last thing he wanted was to bump into Harper and her harem of horny young men. He was likely to knock one of their heads off.
Or kidnap her and take her home with him.
Jesus.
Could he really leave Hawaii and not see her again?
The answer was no.