Free Pursued (The Diamond Tycoons 2) by Tracy Wolff Page B

asked, looking faintly alarmed.
    Operating on instinct, and rage, Nic slammed his hand down on the desk hard enough to rattle everything resting on top of it—including Marc’s laptop and cup of coffee. Then watched as his brother grabbed the coffee and put it on the credenza behind him despite the obvious tension in the air. Such a Marc thing to do. Staying calm when Nic was still so furious he could barely think, let alone form coherent sentences.
    When he turned back to face Nic, Marc was completely composed, but he figured that wasn’t going to last long. His brother might be the cool one of the two of them, but he was even more ragingly protective of this business than Nic was. Once he heard what was going on, Marc would lose it as completely as Nic had.
    “Tell me.”
    “I just got off the phone with a reporter from the
Los Angeles Times
. She’s doing an exposé on Bijoux and wanted a comment before the article goes to print.”
    “An exposé? What the hell does she have to expose?” Marc stood up then and walked around the desk. “Between you and me, we’re in charge of every aspect of this company. Nothing happens here that we don’t know about, and we run a clean company.”
    “That’s exactly what I told her.” Nic shoved a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of the situation for what felt like the millionth time. They were good to their employees, treated them well. Gave them raises twice a year, bonuses once a year. Hell, they’d built a state-of-the-art facility on the edge of the ocean, one that provided everything from free health care to free day care and three meals a day for their employees.
    He and Marc were invited to weddings, christenings, birthday parties…and they went, every time. Fostering a sense of community, of family, within the company was incredibly important to him—probably because he’d never had much of a family beyond his brother. The fact that someone would be so disgruntled, so angry,
so vengeful
, that the person would deliberately sabotage them like this…it made absolutely no sense.
    “And?” Marc ground out the words. “What’s she exposing?”
    God, Nic didn’t want to tell his brother this. Didn’t want to see how devastated he was going to be at the accusation. Not when Marc had poured his heart and soul into making Bijoux not only a success, but also a company with a heart and a social conscience.
    Still, it had to be done, and Nic might as well rip the bandage off as quickly, as cleanly as possible. “According to her, she’s exposing the fact that we’re pulling diamonds from conflict areas, certifying them as conflict-free and then passing them on to the consumer at the higher rate to maximize profits.”
    Marc’s mouth actually dropped open, and for long seconds he did nothing but stare at Nic. “That’s ridiculous,” he finally sputtered.
    “I know it’s ridiculous! I told her as much. She says she has an unimpeachable source who has given her credible evidence.”
    “Who’s the source?”
    “She wouldn’t tell me that.” Nic fought the urge to slam his hand into the wall as frustration welled up in him all over again.
    “Of course she wouldn’t tell you that, because the source is bullshit. The whole story is bullshit. I know where every single shipment of diamonds comes from. I personally inspect every mine on a regular basis. The certification numbers come straight to me, and only our in-house diamond experts—experts whom I have handpicked and trust implicitly—ever get near those numbers.”
    “I told her
all
of that. I invited her to come in and take a tour of our new facilities and see exactly how things work here at Bijoux.”
    “And what did she say?”
    “She said she had tried to come for a tour, but PR had put her off. It’s too late now. The story is slotted to run on Friday, and they really want a comment from us before it goes to print.”
    “Friday’s in three days.”
    “I’m aware of that.