Page 9 of Fortress of the King

“It’s why I wanted to work for Fortress, Mr. Medici. The gallery here is one of the largest in the Northern hemisphere. I jumped at the chance.”

“Well then, it seems we have an understanding.”

How come it seems like the meaning of that sentence sounds precisely like the opposite?

That would be my first mistake; believing anything that comes out of his mouth.

I glance at my watch like I have somewhere to be, which prompts the response I’m after.

“Well, let me show you around.” He stands and immediately buttons up his jacket.

His suit screams Hugo Boss and he fills it out to perfection.

“You’re paying me by the hour.” I shrug, not caring how that sounds. “Lead the way.”

He glances at me as he rounds the desk, and I don’t miss the way my heart thumps at his close proximity.

I’m glad the door is wide open. Being left alone with him, while exhilarating, could be overshadowed by palpable fear.

When all’s said and done, Angelo Medici doesn’t fuck around.

I can’t help but wonder if he’s not only about to lead me into the lion’s den but enjoy every goddamn minute while doing it.

I guess there’s only one way to find out as I steel myself for a bumpy ride.

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