Page 6 of Corrupt Game

He was handsome with a commanding aura, as if no one ever dared to argue with him. If I hadn’t known how evil he was and the type of man hidden behind those entrancing green eyes, I would have been swooning over him. I cringed at the thought, but it wouldn't deter me from my end game. I took in his dark eyes, chiseled jaw, and full lips. He was created to be the star of a wet dream.

And… the revolting feeling was back. How could I be attracted to the man that had taken my brother from this world? What kind of psychopath was I to even have these kinds of thoughts?

My mental battle decided, I turned toward the evil rat to demand an answer just as the elevator doors opened. He nodded and left me standing there weighing the decision to follow him or not. Lurking in the elevator wouldn’t get me the answers I needed, soI scurried after him. My anger returned and fueled each step I took to catch up to him. When I reached the sturdy oak door, it slammed closed.

How dare he? He led me into his office, and then shut the door in my face.

“May I help you?” A kind, but firm voice broke into my thoughts.

It was then I noticed the outer office full of other women, who all fell silent at the words.

“Um…” I shook my head, trying to focus on what she’d asked me.

“Are you here to interview for the assistant position?” the receptionist asked with a suspicion swirling in her gaze.

“Yes.” What a convenient cover, and easy way to question Holdt without being pushed to the side.

“Take a seat. Mr. Holdt will be with you shortly.” She smiled and handed me a clipboard with a questionnaire attached. “Please fill out all the questions. It will be a huge determining factor in the interview process.” Her sugary smile set my teeth on edge.

“Thank you.” I plastered a fake smile on my face. I could handle a few questions for a chance at answers about Andy’s death. This was only a brief detour. I wasn’t about to let anything mess up my only path to learning the truth.

Sitting in the only empty chair, I looked at the page. Most of the questions were a little unusual.

Do you follow commands when asked?Weird.

How do you feel about being on call twenty-four-seven?

Do you have a current love interest?

Why on earth did he need to know this type of information for an assistantposition? I’d spent enough time interviewing forjobs over the last two months after graduating with a master’s in library science to know these weren’t normal questions on any of the applications that I’d encountered. Probably most were illegal to ask, too. Despite that, this application could be my ticket in. Instead of trying to fill it out as someone else, I’d just be myself.

Ian Holdt didn’t know about my connection to Andy. Our names weren’t the same. This was a gift from the heavens or fate or something. It was the perfect way for me to work from the inside without being undercover. That wasn’t an option and there wasn’t anyone to back me up, anyway. I was on my own.

Girls went in and came out of the large oak doors at a very swift pace. Holdt seemed to be rejecting most of them before they’d even been seated.

Maybe I’d have a chance after all. Although, if he was this inquisitive about our personal lives, then he might expect more from his assistants than what was exactly proper.

Sex. It always came down to having sex with the top hot shot. They expected it.

Whatever. If it got me to my answers, there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do.

Chapter 4: Collette

The receptionist continued to eye me as if I were a bug that needed to be kept under close surveillance. It was her job to guard the door, but it felt more personal. Somehow, I’d pissed her off. Was she threatened by my presence? Maybe, but I didn’t care. She wasn’t the first person who I’d ever made mad. Nor would she be the last.

I hurried through answering all the questions on the back side of the application as they ushered in a few more women. Moments later, they each walked out dejected.

I wasn’t sure how Holdt Tech normally did their interviews, but these were incredibly short for a personal assistant position.

While I technically didn’t have a job to show for all of my years in school, I interviewed well. I’d gotten call backs, but had to put them on hold until I figured out what happened to Andy.

Who was I kidding? Did I really have a chance for a job here? The pay would cover anything I needed for my bills, but was working for a killer even to get evidence the best way to go? Did I really want to work for a man capable of ending a life?

I didn’t have any other options. There were too many unanswered questions surrounding Andy’s death. Ian Holt had those answers, and I was going to reveal his secrets.

Another rejected woman walked out of Ian’s office. She didn’t meet anyone’s gaze but hurried to the elevator, eager to be gone from this place. I didn’t blame her. I wanted to get out of here too.

I crossed my legs and twisted nervously in my seat. I was under-dressed for this interview.

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