Fatal

PART 20

       *TOM'S HOUSE - 2:42am*

You didn't even parked the car at the garage, you just left it in front of the front door and practically ran inside the house, with the envelope on your hands.
You: Thomas! - you called him. You were really nervous - Holland!
You kept looking for him, when you opened his office door he was there, sitting on the chair. Damn does he ever sleep?? He frowned when he looked at you.
Thomas: Y/n? Why are you still up?
You: oh you wanna know why?! - you threw the envelope on the table, in front of him - that's why!
Thomas: what are you talking about? - he took the envelope and opened it, but his expression changed when he saw the photos, he was surprised and...mad - where did you get this?
You: does it really matter? I wanna know what you're doing! Can you explain me that? Your shaking Jeremy's hand!
Thomas: yeah, it matters - he said and looked at you - have a seat - he pointed at the chair in front of him. You sat and stared at him - now tell me, where did you get this pictures from?
You: someone called me - you took a deep breath and told him everything.
Thomas: you could've been killed Y/n! - he was worried - promise me you won't ever do this again! You gotta tell me everything!
You: ok...now can you please tell me more about the pictures? - you asked and he took a deep breath
Thomas: these are old pictures - he placed them on the table - four or five years ago...You could say I was "friends" with Jeremy, I was young at this time, starting my own business. Jeremy told me he would've helped me to get success. And I trusted him. He used to be my business partner at Holland Company, he helped me to deal with contracts, other companies and...money.
A few years later I discovered that he was stealing from the company, I felt betrayed and fired him. He wasn't happy about it obviously...since then he's trying to turn my life into hell, the authorities started an investigation in my company, I was almost arrested because of Jeremy, because the police thought I was financing the crime here in London, until I proved that it was all Jeremy.
You: oh my God...that explains a lot... - you looked at him in shock - do you think it was him?...who called me?
Thomas: probably...but he's smart, he's probably paying someone to do it - he closed his eyes. It looked like he had a headache - I just don't know why he wants you to get involved in this story...
You: he told me that he wanted to "open my eyes", but I don't get it, it's almost like he wanted me to be angry at you...
Thomas: yes! Exactly! That's it Y/n! - he stood up - he wants you to be angry at me, and if it happens he knows that you'll leave me, and be unarmed, because I won't be able to protect you!
You: and so he could get me! - you completed his thought
Thomas: yes! - he sat again, looking at you in silence. He was thinking about something - Y/n...pack your bags, we are going to Geneva