Page 2 of Ruined By the Enemy
Gotcha.
He peers at me from beneath his lashes. “You’re sure you have the right information?”
I nod. “Yeah. They’ve been manipulating the press with talks of investments, but the company willing to invest in them doesn’t exist. It’s a dead trail, they’re one step away from filing bankruptcy, and they’ve broken several contracts with their artists.”
“Basically, it’s my turn to lean back. “It’s a free-for-all grab. Also,” I tilt my head and purse my lips, “I’m shocked you missed it.” My tone carries a bit of sarcasm that I can’t hide, and it doesn’t go past Domenico unnoticed.
He arches his brow, then drops it. “I see.” There’s a pause on his end before he closes the document. His hand falls on the desk again, and his face is expressionless. “Thank you, Miss Greco.”
“You’re welcome,” I say, but it takes a second to realize I’m being dismissed.
My lips part as an argument starts to form, but I’m quick enough to snuff it. “You’re going to use it, aren’t you?”
“It depends,” he replies coolly.
On what???I just handed him Blackwater Talent on a plate, and he’s saying it depends? My nails sink into my palm as I curl my fist, and the smile flickers. “You want to run your own research, I get it.”
Pushing the chair back, I stand. “Even if you stumble on the trail for the bankruptcy case, you won’t find any of their signed talents willing to talk to you or someone from your company. You see,” I sigh dramatically, “billion-dollar companies like yours have a reputation for being explosive. You’ll need someone they can relate to.”
“You?” His tone is almost… skeptical.
“Yes,” I say without missing a beat. “Me.”
Another long pause.He sure takes his time. “What do you want then, Miss Greco?”
“A job.” The word catches on my tongue. “I want to work for Moretti Group.”
Domenico sits straight, and his eyes narrow. This time, there’s no curiosity behind them, or indifference either. It’s like he’s trying to see through me.
I feel a bead of sweat grow on my forehead, but it’s not from the anxiety that my plan might fall apart before it even begins.
It’s the way his stare makes me feel… like I’ve been stripped apart. Not naked, necessarily, but bare. It’s the unconscious flicker of my gaze to his mouth, the quiet tapping of his fingers on the desk, and their impressive lengths.
It’s the unwanted thought that floods my head and the warmth that circles my throat.
He’s never had a dating scandal.Over the years, he’s been seen and photographed with several high-profile women at events, but not one public lover.
“You could’ve taken this anywhere else. I’m sure other companies are willing to offer a higher position for information like this,” he drawls as one fingernail drags across wood. “If that’s what you want, then sure.”
Sure, as in yes? Or no?
“You’ll be on probation until we can verify how useful your information is, but for now… welcome to Moretti Group, Miss Greco. I’ll have HR get in touch with you to finalize the rest. You can meet with the other attorneys in the legal department tomorrow.”
I sigh quietly in relief. My nod is brisk and polite. “Thank you, Mr. Moretti.”
“You’re welcome,” he says curtly, then promptly picks up a folder on the edge of the desk. I take that as my cue to leave and stride out of his office, my heels clipping the floor.
As the door to his office closes, I exhale sharply, pressing my hand to my beating chest.I did it. I did it.
My lips spread into a splitting grin as I hurry down the hallway, stepping past the open cubicles of his secretaries, to theenclosed office for other assistants. I press the button for the lobby, my back against the elevator walls as it takes me down.
The doors open with a chime, and I stride through the granite floor, heading towards the revolving exit while reaching into my bag for my phone.
“Miss Greco!”
I halt abruptly, from force of habit rather than anything, and turn to see a familiar face heading my way. Mr. D’Amico. According to my research, Raffaele D’Amico is Domenico Moretti’s best friend, a big-time flirt, and equally brilliant.
“Miss Greco,” his smile widens when he reaches me. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I had certain issues to attend to, and they just spiraled out of control. Did you meet with Dom?”
