Keeley was working on a homework assignment on her computer when she needed to go to the bathroom. Upon her return to the table, Molly had taken her spot and was sprawled across the keyboard.
"Come on, I was using that," she complained. "Move, kitty!"
She tried nudging the cat to no avail. Molly had turned into a statue. Frustrated, Keeley was about to pick her up and move her by force when a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. Aaron was home.
He slumped over and buried his face in her shoulder. Was he shaking?
"What's wrong?"
"I might have some bad news," he admitted.
"What kind of bad news?"
"You might want to sit down for this." He led her over to the couch and made sure she was comfortable before continuing.
"Someone sent Cameron a share transfer document today, telling him to congratulate me and consider it a gift. Not only do they know about my dummy shareholders, they seem to know about you."
