Chapter Ten: Charles Mellintong

Damn the day I decided to forget about my devil looking for a job at this stupid company.

I feel like I'm going to throw up. Something in him, in his face, in the way he looked at me, made me think I knew him from something. The truth is that I had not seen it, not years ago and not for any type of business. However, he, Dominic Dosther, did see me. Now he does it as a murderer evaluates his prey.

"If you'll excuse me, I will end this interview." I squeeze the handle of the briefcase and hurry out of the office.

I can't remember the last time I felt so embarrassed. I've never been used to asking anyone for help, maybe before my mother died. However, after taking care of Joshua, I tried never to need anyone.

Only then, when I had no money to save him and my savings and salary had gone to drugs, was that when I looked for Morton Craig for the only time.

"Miss Michaels," I hear them calling, but I don't turn. I can't see that conceited face again.