Chapter seven LeslieTheo's words hung in the air like smoke. "We want more.... You know what I mean Leslie" My breath caught. I forced myself to hold his gaze, even as my pulse hammered against my throat. "What exactly is 'more'?" My voice came off steadier than I felt inside. Ronan stepped forward, his Italian suit immaculate, his expression still unreadable. "We pulled strings and games to get you this job,Leslie. The Varkas name doesn't get used for charity." Nicole stayed across the room leaning against the wall, arms crossed, but his eyes never left me. Like he was weighing every of my reaction. "I never told you to give me a job or make me get one, you sound like I begged you three for it" I kept my pace, looking at the three , holding up their gaze. Theo grinned, slow and infuriating. Surprised at my outburst. "Your father's debt buys you a position at Tinsel. But keeping it? Keeping US off your back?" He tilted his head. "That'll cost you time. Access. Trust." I s
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