Page 4 of A Love So Deadly
Office Assistant.
It’s so bizarre I just stare at it.
Assistant?
With the internship Kayla had to go through hoops, and it was on a paid site where she had access to jobs before the public.
But here, in amongst packers and Uber drivers, and sales calls jobs is this. The logo isn’t their flashy one. It just reads:
VMR CEO looking for office assistant.
Top Floor. All hours.
All hours? My spine prickles. It sounds odd.
It sounds like my way in. It’s got to be.
Biting my lip, I pull up my resume, take out all my journalism credentials and embellish other jobs I’ve done. I write a cover letter why I’d be perfect for the job.
Then, I send it.
The moment the email whooshes off into cyberspace, I start searching for other jobs that match that one. It’s so vague and benign it feels like a test. And there are more. All in unexpected spaces. I send the same email and resume, and I number them so whoever sees them knows I’m diligent. I pay attention.
I want that job.
And once I get my foot in VMR’s door, I’ll find out what happened to Kayla.
After that?
Easy.
I’m going to expose them all.
Chapter
Two
Lucian
“Do you know why I’m here?”
My question makes Vinnie jump.
And he should. More than that, he should be down to his fucking boots scared.
My question’s soft, almost friendly. A voice like smoke in the dark.
“You can turn on the light,” I say.
He does, even though I can see him and everything else perfectly, like the defiance and fear and hate that were on his face right as he stepped into his office.
Right when I spoke.
I don’t mind. It is what it is and nothing more.
People don’t have to like me to do business with me.
They need to uphold their end.
