Chapter 11: Pointing A Gun

[katalina]

In this field of work, conscience shouldn’t grow.

I’m not a liar. Never was. But in life, there are things we should sacrifice.

Sacrifice in exchange for the greater good.

And the greater good I am talking about encompasses my career and name.

I glanced at my boss. If he was picture-perfect in every magazine, tabloid and social media advertisement, I don’t know the extent adjective of perfection.

Tan skin, poreless face, well-trimmed beard, the man was a total package.

No wonder why girls and gays are drooling over him.

Hunter looked at me. He caught that I was staring at him.

I shifted my gaze. Fixing it on the road. It was too late. But I tried to save myself from embarrassment.

“Amanda,” he called me.

I swallowed a lump in my throat. Why does he sound so sexy?

I never was a fan of deep voices. But Hunter’s was an exception. Feels like I could listen to it all day.

Even if he yelled at me, I would say thank you.

Wild dream. Wild imagination. One that could po