Falling for my boss ✔️

Chapter 41 - They know everything

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Sara's POV

"Somebody was monitoring your every step, Sara."

These words rung loudly in my ears. Then again. Then again for an eternity.

Michael was quiet. Why was he so fucking quiet?

My whole body went numb and I felt freezing cold. It felt as if all the heat from my body disappeared.

"Somebody was monitoring your every step, Sara."

It felt as if my heart had dropped into my stomach, yet it was beating loudly and hard in my chest. And louder. And louder. And louder.

Until I only heard my heart and nothing more.

"Somebody was monitoring your every step, Sara."

Fear hit me suddenly. My stomach was tied together into a knot. Heat arose from my stomach. Why was it so hot? Why was I so hot? I'm suffocating in this car! It's so hot! My whole body felt as if it was on fire. I started shaking.

I felt empty at the same time too.

Every. Step.

The words echoed in my hollow body.

Cameras and bugging devices.

Every word. Every step. Every breath. Somebody had heard and seen it all. My arguments. My cries. My laughter. My phone calls with Emma - I froze.

The data from my phone too - they had saved it too.

Not only did that person know every single little thing about me, but also about my family. My friends. My Michael.

Oh god!

"Oh god", I cried, gasping for air. "Oh god oh god oh god! Michael - they - they know everything! Michael they know about-", I was breathing harshly, hyperventilating. "They know my parents's phone number - Emma's too! I have pictures of her at university! What if they harm her!?"

I stiffly held his hands as he offered it, my hand cramping. "They can't harm Emma! Oh god - what if they stole other information as well?! I have work files on my phone! My emails too! Pictures of all my friends and families! My social media accounts!"

I was now sobbing. "What if they want to harm you? Michael - they've heard every little phone call of mine and they have my data too! What if my phone was bugged too?! What if they listened in!?!"

I was shaking so much, I couldn't sit straight. "What if they go after Emma and my parents? And my family and friends? What if they run the company to the ground!?"

I was chocking on my words, gagging at the nauseous fear my stomach formed.

"Why? Why me? What did I do!?"

"Calm down", Michael finally found his voice, if quiet. He was holding my hand, also shaking.

But not in fear.

But in anger.

"My oncle", he bit out, his voice drier than the weather outside. It took him a long while to speak again, and he even took a deep, long breath before he breathed: "He'll know what to do."

Victor's face folded in worry as Michael repeated the words he had said to me. I was sobbing in my hands as Michael told him everything.

He had hired private detectives. They had found out about the articles. Had found bugging devices in my flat.