Too Late, Mr. Forbes: Watch Me Shine

hroom of the cheap motel. The mirror a

hair back into a tight, severe bun at the nape of her neck. She slipped into a plain black bl

ain car rattled violently, the screech of metal on metal hurting her ears

e Vanguard Media building was a towe

nse of white marble. She checked in at the front desk, clipped a tempor

s division was packed. Recent Ivy League graduates sat i

t looked at Hayden's cheap blazer, he

c chair in the corner, her back perfect

s," a sharp vo

staring candidates and entered the

ef, sat at the head of the long table. She

onto the table with a loud smack. "A seven-year gap in

hed wood table and leaned forward slightly. "Did you read the

It's brilliant. Which is why I assume

e establish an investigation direction to cross-reference the newly registered shell companies buying the adjacent lots, I strongly suspect you'll find their registered addresses all trace

e stared at Hayden, the skepticism in her

the table. "You're hired. Junio

er voice was calm, but her

ass door shut behind her. She let out a long, shaky breath and

on the edge of the carpet. She stumbled fo

plashed acro

ayden gasped, step

suit was looking down at his sleeve. Dark

yde

smooth, and laced

wn eyes, the sharp jawline, the perfectly styled h

" she b

rushed past Hayden. "Mr. Clark! Let us

Clark family owned Vanguard Media. Jamie

m expression that reached his eyes. "I heard Eleanor talking about a candidate who managed to impress her today,"

" Hayden stammered, pointing

et, pulled out a thick, embossed business card, and slid it i

ie said softly. "If you need anyth

ducklings. Hayden stood in the hallway, staring at the gold foi