Three pairs of eyes stared at me in silence. All three pairs were wide open and filled with terror and disbelief. Caesar Hart and Mr. Stone had left minutes ago, leaving the four of us in absolute stillness and silence. "Are you out of your mind?!" Michelle finally roared, glaring at me. "Do you have any idea what this guy is capable of?!" "Michelle!" Agnes frowned at her. I narrowed my eyes. "What is he capable of?" Agnes cleared her throat. "She only meant that Caesar Hart owns a big part of this company. It's not wise to antagonize him." "That doesn't mean that he can do whatever he wants," I convinced. "As far as I know, I don't work for him, and neither do you." Michelle sighed. "Let's just… forget about it and get to work, OK?" I didn't miss the way her eyes swept over the security cameras in two corners of our workspace. I nodded and gave her a nervous smile. "Yes. Let's focus on work." We had quickly chosen our tasks and then merely spoke to one another for a few hours.
I couldn't wait to tell Emily and Bastian what I had learned from Michelle. This was the real breakthrough. We had our first suspect, a potential killer... and I had already found myself on his radar. As soon as Michelle and I finished devouring the delicacies her Aunt prepared, I was ready to return to my desk with new power and commitment."Just try not to piss off Caesar... for a while at least." Michelle sounded genuinely worried for me."I don't have a death wish. I'll be careful," I assured her as I was about to walk out of the elevator car on our floor.She grabbed my hand, pulling me to a halt. "Charlie." She lowered her voice and leaned over me. "I might be a bit paranoid, but sometimes I feel like those walls have eyes and ears. Just…" She paused, giving me a wry smile.I patted her shoulder. "I get it. I'll keep that in mind."I wanted to calm her down, but there was no one who would do the same for me. I was anything but composed until the rest of the day, and I might have
"I'm not trying to seduce my boss," I told Logan on the way up to the top floor. My voice was laced with hysteric laughter, and I doubted that I could be less convincing even if I stuck a huge "liar" sign to my forehead.The only comforting thing about our ride together was that we were alone in the elevator car, and no one else could see my growing embarrassment.Logan smirked. "If you don't want to seduce your boss, you can always seduce me. I won't mind at all."I groaned. "Could you please stop?" I felt the heat flooding my cheeks, wave after wave.Suddenly, he leaned back and raised his hands in surrender. "I hope that you don't take my dumb words as harassment at work. I'm not trying to insinuate anything improper either."I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, really? And do you know any kind of not improper seduction?"He gave me a crooked smile. "You make it sound so dirty."I huffed a chuckle. "I make it sound dirty?"He grinned. "Yes… and I love it."I rolled my eyes. "You're impossibl
After my rather nerve-wracking morning, I spent some time sort of relaxing and drinking coffee in my boss's office. I didn't make the coffee—Logan did, and now the three of us casually enjoyed the drink, filling our systems with caffeine.Perhaps Aiden was trying to reward my loyalty that way, or for some reason, he decided to promote me into his "inner circle." Whatever it was, it was a good thing… or so I hoped. If I wanted to find out what happened to Julienne, I needed to stay close to Aiden. Now, all I needed to do was learn how to handle his good looks.Today he was wearing a charcoal three-piece suit with a black shirt. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the collar as he drank his coffee, and I bit the inner side of my cheek to stop myself from imagining he continued the process with all the other buttons. His black hair looked as if he just combed it with his fingers as soon as he got up from the bed, yet every strand seemed to lay at a perfect angle. I could hate him for it.
My Fairy Godmothers—and Fairy Godfathers—left a few minutes before eight. I tried to steady my breath while my heart hammered against my poor ribcage. I slowly walked down the stairs, hopelessly pretending to be composed as my legs wobbled in the pair of Louboutins. Surprisingly, the shoes didn't hurt my feet, which made me hope that I would survive this night without having a strong desire to walk barefoot.The black Bentley was already waiting for me as I exited the building. Philip stood by the car wearing an impeccable suit uniform and a chauffeur's hat. He gave me a little bow as soon as he saw me. I nodded toward him, tightened the grip on my purse, and forced myself to breathe out the stress. I took a few cautious steps but instantly halted as the backseat door opened. Aiden got out of the car and smoothed his jacket. He wore a black suit, a white shirt, and a black tie, and he made it look like a few million dollars at least. He oozed power and authority and surely could have
I needed a drink. I was desperate for a drink. I needed anything that could calm down my frantic brain cells and force me to think before I act. Aiden was my boss. Aiden most likely had a girlfriend, and the fact that he had no problem casually embracing me should turn on all kinds of alarms inside me. And yet, I just let it happen. I allowed myself to feel the tingling feeling in my stomach and the pleasant shivers washing over my body over and over again. Perhaps I missed that kind of attention for so long that I welcomed it, even knowing it was just for the sake of "pretending."A lot of people wanted to talk with Aiden, and I was always by his side. Strangely, I didn't feel as awkward as I initially assumed. The people talking to Aiden were polite and effortlessly engaged me in their small talk. It made me feel more relaxed before the actual dinner began…We were seated at a round table with six other people. Mr. and Mrs. Kameda and Mr. Blaxhall, one of Aiden's potential clients,
My heart pounded hectically even three hours after Aiden and I parted. It felt like pure madness. The words he told me left me confused but, at the same time, foolishly hopeful. I should have been wiser. I shouldn't have felt this way. I was supposed to focus on finding Julienne's killer, not consider engaging in a romantic relationship with my boss!"Don't fool yourself, Charlie. You are falling fast." I knew I could always count on Emily's brutal honesty. She was waiting for me to return as if she was anticipating Santa on Christmas Day. Certainly, I was then forced to give her a full and detailed report about my not-date with Aiden Hart.I slumped on our sofa and showed her my trembling hands. "I don't know what I'm doing. I feel strange around him, out of control. I'm beginning to want things I haven't thought about in a long time. I feel butterflies in my stomach for absolutely no reason, and I'm turning into a complete idiot!" I groaned and tilted my head back.Emily sighed and
"I lied to him," I groaned, hiding my face in my hands.Emily rubbed my back. "You are doing the right thing."My hands fell to my sides, and I looked at her with my misery-filled eyes. "So why do I feel so guilty?""Because you know that someone will get hurt in the end, but it doesn't change the fact that bringing in the authorities is the right thing to do," she assured me. "Supposedly, you find out that Caesar IS the killer. What do you think Aiden will do about it?"I exhaled through my clenched teeth. "He will try to cover it all up for the sake of the company. He almost told me he would do exactly that.""And could you live with that? Could you sit quietly knowing that someone responsible for Julienne's death walks freely and the only punishment he receives is taking away some of his toys?"Emily knew that I would never allow that to happen. Not after my brother's death, and not after... I didn't want any more injustice around me. Julienne's killer deserved to be properly punis