Page 91 of Shockproof

“Yes, years have passed, but I still did quite remarkable work, so IknowI have hit your desk at least once.”

Many people have.

It doesn’t mean I know or remember them all.

I sort through data.

I don’t memorize all of it.

“Do you plan to ignore me for the remainder of our time together?”

Hm.

I wonder if that whole get them monologuing trope from our favorite film franchises actually works?

Will it really throw them off their game?

Get them to reveal their ultimate plan?

At the very least keep him totally distracted while I free my hands since no one was smart enough to secure my feet too.

Something tells me that the monster who yanked me out of the car and was responsible for securing me is going to get his ass handed to him.

Maybe even his head.

Like his actual head when Slater takes this yacht.

“How about I go first?” He leans back against the cushions and crosses one slender slacks covered leg over the other. “I’m Ivan Rosenkrantz.”

My writhing pauses to push around the strands of the knot to aid in loosening it.

“You’ve probably heard a lot about me even if it’s not currently ringing a bell.”

Oranybells.

Then again, the only bells I’m hearing are alarm ones that are all screaming to get the fuck out of dodge by any means necessary.

“AndIknow quite a lot aboutyou, Arlette Carmichael.”

Never a good thing to hear from the lips of the person determined to kill you.

“Math genius. Programming princess. Behavioral specialist. Data extraordinaire.”

Maybe like one of those things.

His icy coated lettering lands in my lap, sending shivers down my spine.

I gotta get out of here.

Away from him.

Away from whatever he’s got planned.

Whatever he’s capable of.

“What Iwannaknow, Arlette, is how youfoundme.”

Needing to move my arms up and down – the next step in the breaking free process we went over when I was posed like I was kidnapped – I lean forward to hide my movements behind a sassy head bobble. “You. Found. Me.Remember?”

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