“No, I just needed the job. My old boss was an asshole and fired me.”
“If we send you back to your job with Ziyon, will you tell anyone about being here or working for us?”
He shakes his head.
“You need to use your words,” Chester says, running the blade of the knife down the man’s collarbone.
“No, I won’t tell anyone.”
“He’s telling the truth,” I confirm, and Brennan nods at me.
“Good, untie him and we can talk about money in my office.”
Chester stands and uses his knife to cut the ties from the man’s hands and legs, then puts his knife away. The man staggers to his feet, and Chester throws his arm around his shoulder and pulls him close, like they are old friends.
“Just a warning in case you’re in a similar situation and thinking of spilling your guts... I won’t hurt your woman or kids, but I will kill you and leave your children fatherless. Who knows, I might even fuck your wife and be your kids’ new stepfather.”
His dramatics cause me to roll my eyes. He wouldneverstep out on Jolie, but this guy doesn’t know that. The dude’s eyes go round as saucers, but he doesn’t say anything, just nods his head.
“Good talk. Do you two have this handled? I need to find Jolie before she chops my balls off.”
“We have it handled,” Brennan says with his usual cool confidence, and Chester takes off.
I follow Brennan to his office, where he leads the man—whose name I still don’t know—to a seat in front of his desk. I take the one to his right, and Brennan sits in his seat behind the desk.
“Corey, I’m sorry things had to be done that way, but we have trust issues. Davis here is the best at detecting if people are telling the truth. If he says you’re not lying—then you’re not lying. Now I have a job offer for you.”
I watch as Brennan pulls out his notepad and pen and scribbles something down. He folds it and slides it across the table, giving a little nod to Corey to check it out. Corey leans forward and opens the paper. His mouth falls open.
“You’re seriously going to pay me that?”
“That is the starting salary. You would need to sign a contract and an NDA—the work we do here at Olympia is top secret, and we can’t have people talking about it. Not even to their partners. You can tell your wife you work at Olympia as a personal security guard, but that’s it. After your probation period, you can negotiate your salary just like everyone else who works here—just don’t insult my intelligence with your request. You better have evidence to back up your worth.”
“When do I start?”
I lean back in my chair. I’m really not needed here; this guy is no threat.
“You will be taken back to where we picked you up, but you need to make up an excuse as to where you went. I will come for you again soon to do your preliminary induction, and we will run through what your job expectations are, and what we do here at Olympia.”
“And what do I need to do when I’m back there?”
“I’m glad you asked.” A smile takes over Brennan’s face as he steeples his fingers on his desk, looking almost like a villain. “Once you sign the contract today, I will take you down to the lab and get you some contact lenses. You will wear them to work, and we will see and hear what you do. The woman in the house is very important to us. Her safety especially.”
Brennan pushes a contract towards Corey. He doesn’t even read it, he just signs in all the places that Brennan has used sticky notes to mark.
“You can go back to school, Davis. Let everyone know we will have a meeting tonight.”
I push back from the chair and stand, saluting him on my way out.
Chapter Twelve
Jolie
I don’t know if I have mentioned how awesome the food is here at Olympia. Everything is ordered through an app on my phone. Breakfast, lunch, and even dinner is an option to take home.
They also have a breakfast bar set up in the morning for things like cereal and muffins. All hot food, though, has to be preordered. Lunch is the same; there is a selection of pastries you can just grab, but anything else is made to order. The fridges are fully stocked with drink selections and fruit.
You literally take your seat and use your app to say where you are seated by inputting your table number. And like magic, your food appears.