Beyond our deal

en's

s were white as I stood in front of Caldwell Enterprises' tall g

to myself, "Get a grip, Lauren." If I get the job,

attle ever since my parents' terrible disaster. To survive, I had sold eve

his. If it did, it

sk, I said, "Good morning," my voice trem

exuded intimidation with her flawless manicure and c

am

. Caldwell is int

and blouse from a thrift store. "Top floor," she remarked in

eful," I

y heart pounded with each ping. Dennis Caldwell was what kind of a man? He was a vic

e it as a worker for someone like

nd modern. Although there was a broad view of the city from

ive voice shouted

ing for air when I saw

ck desk. His ice-blue eyes appeared to pierce right t

ng himself, he sa

ir," I stumbled

don't care about excuses." "Why should I waste

it. However, I can assure you that I am

ding to your résumé, you have never held a position as a personal a

I lack firsthand knowledge, I work hard and pick things up quickly.

his fingers and leaned back in his chair. "Di

ingers. "Mr. Caldwell, life hasn't been simple.

f something curiosity in his icy gaze.

for this profession. I need someone who can stay on top of my schedule,

" disregarding the shaki

re and said, "Good." "Th

tionist's grin bordered on mockery. "How did it go

to. My thoughts were racing w

ver, my phone buzzed in my purse as soon as I entered.

ey

" Caldwell Enterprises is this. Mr. Caldwell has decided to e

t? Wait a minute.

ost impatiently, "Yes

ld reply, th

y phone. He had hired me, but why?

rises early the following morning. Dennis was standing near

even though he was

sombre and hushed voice. Nobody else i

ned over. Was