Revenge In A Suit & Tie

it in the lavish lobby of Cross Enterprises with a leather portfolio in hand while I also s

other business venture, but instead, the pinnacl

you did not only get a job

es I had crossed apart me and showered my lucky

while feeling base uncontrollably slipping away in a skirmish i striked out

will do it in sulat, avoiding the sign of the lady who's sneaking on the cu

she co

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y own mirror, reciting the answers to direct questions posed by no one. However, this was almost impossible to continue w

over of a magazine, tall, with broad shoulders, in a fitted charcoal suit that must have cost more than my entire wardrobe. Hi

rs around him told me he was a person of importance

our gazes locked, it felt as if the air around us snapped taut. His gaze was penetrating: icy blue and sharp enough to cut, devoid of any smile or even flinch. He was just studying me, head tilting slightly, as if trying to solve a puzzle he wasn't eager enough to find an answer for. "You're Sierra Reed?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, almost lazy. I o

in could process what was happening. It was

portfolio clutched to me like a shield from the outside world. He was not

the silence weigh a ton u

w interviews

sting me

below me. I glimpsed mirrored walls and a conference meetin

rld that was not

from the

fourth

st fl

iny for me to see my pale terrified reflection against it. We passed rows of desks down the hall with

for those richly

f double glass doors

offi

it imme

of the room loomed a rather massive desk that had little more than a laptop and a few folders stacked by one co

he chair across

it

sa

al grace of one unaccustomed to being denied. Leaning slightly ba

forced myself to remain straig

ke a little intimidation

ence passed, a

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He closed the file and leaned back in his chair, appraising me with a cool detachment. "You do realize this position is far from...comfortable," he said. "It's demanding. Unforgiving. Most of your life will be consumed." I nodded. "Long hours are expected. Travel on short notice. Handle sensitive information. Sometimes...handle difficult people." Another nod. "Your work will be scrutinized just as much by your loyalty. And discretion." The way he said it made my

against the surface of the des

ion." "I'm not asking for either," I said, su

barely perceptibl

not ben

.. inte

. "Seven a.m. sharp." My heart banged against

ed, almost a whisper.

k of his hand and was alrea

I hardly registered the walk back to the elevators - the ride down -

d do

truly

as a

oss Ent

n Cross

hould have been phoning everyone I knew, pra

time as the city rushed past me in a blur, a heavy weight of wh

park of excitement and the immediat

this was goi

amon

just ano

could see thing

ell weakness like

ut with a single adversit

er against my chest, drawing

onounced quietly, as e

ame to. This freaky day, I am so eager and having so much enthusiasm in me, this feeling is