Framed By My Maid

. "The one who ran out on David Sterling. Looks like she's hit hard times." The story David and Bethany had crafted five years a

glass of water. I wasn't angry. I was focused. Their attack was clumsy, f

ne this time. Bethany was across the room, holding

escending. "I don't know what game you're playing, bu

d," I replied, my gaz

ginning to fray. "Bethany is very upset. Seeing you

said. If you need money, or a job... a real one, not whatever you've been doi

anted to own me, to turn me into his chari

rm. It was made of polished titanium, etched with a single, complex symbol: the insignia of Project Chimera. It was a piece given only to the project's core architects, a symbol of

but he saw only a piece of m

et but firm. I met his gaze, holding it until he was

irritated him. He was used to people fawning over him, begging

ave it your way. But stay away from Bethany

a hard shove, just enough to be deniable, but it knocked the glass of water fro

red, not even both

with a soft thud, and the clasp sprang open. A single item slid out ont

ll-access pass, but that wasn't what mattered. At the b

Office. Special Consultant

ened almost imperceptibly as he read the words. A flicker of confusion, a shadow of doubt

nd offer a pity job to a special

the first time, he was beginning