Page 53 of Enthrall
“On my first day at Enthrall,” I said, “I overheard Richard telling someone called Dominic to revoke a client’s membership.”
“Ah.”
“So whoever you profiled had to have their membership cancelled.”
His face softened thoughtfully.
“Well, what happened there?” I said.
“I offered a flawless profile. What I had no way of foreseeing was the alcohol they snuck into Chrysalis. When his personal items were searched, a silver flask was discovered.” Cameron shrugged. “Both Enthrall and Chrysalis are dry. Drug free. Everyone is clearly briefed on this. We have booze at the party once a year but that’s a one drink maximum. We’re very strict, in more ways you could ever imagine.”
“Oh.”
“Next question?” he said flatly.
“You shouldn’t have taken me into that dungeon.”
“That wasn’t a question.”
“I know you’re smarter than me. But please don’t manipulate me ever again.”
He narrowed his stare. “Please don’t talk to me like that ever again.”
I cursed myself for letting him in.
“Remember, you begged me to help you get your job back,” he said. “Which I did.”
“I’m still grateful. As well as the car thing.”
He stepped closer. “What directive did Richard give you on your first day?”
“Make the clients happy.”
He glanced at his watch. “The Senator’s arriving at a restaurant in forty-five minutes. You’re making us late.”
“I’m not sure--”
“One of Richard’s top clients.”
And to think I’d planned a nice evening of watching TV, sipping spring water, and maybe even sketching. My gaze drifted to the drawings I’d hidden and hoped Cameron had forgotten he’d seen them.
“You draw great by the way,” he said. “You have a real talent.”
Yet again Cameron had reminded me of his laser-sharp perception that Richard had told me about.
“Name your price.” He shrugged. “Enthrall can afford it.”
“A thousand dollars.” I rested my hands on my hips, knowing full well he’d scoff.
“Sounds reasonable.”
I chewed my lip, wondering if I should have gone higher.
“Yeah, I see what you’re doing there, Missy. Go get dressed.”
A thousand dollars. He had to be bluffing.
“Not unless Richard signs off on it,” I tried again.
