AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It’s probably not a smart idea to grab the job I was offered because of who I am.
I don’t like to talk about what happened, and I’m pretty sure I’ll end up having to tell my story to a whole bunch of people if I accept the job there. If their boss is as open as she seemed, she’ll tell everyone who I am before I start.
It would be better if I got something without those conditions.
I’m not sure if that’ll be possible, but I have to try.
A private detective agency probably isn’t the best place to try and keep my past in the past.
It would be pretty unimpressive if the guy who runs that agency couldn’t be bothered to google a potential member of staff before he offered her an interview. If he did, and he wants to see me anyway, there must be a reason.
I lean back in the seat.
I’m putting myself off going to the interview overthinking it like this.
I need to stop that and do something to relax before I lose my mind.
Taking one last sip of coffee, I put the cup down and search for the nearest movie theatre on my tablet. There’s one a ten minute walk away. It’ll take me closer to my next interview location, and I can while away a couple of hours watching whatever’s showing.
Anything’s better than going back to my apartment.
Chapter Fourteen
Spencer
Some days, I think Edgar Aldhard Shultz is a stone-cold psychopath, and today is one of those days.
His single-minded determination can be admirable, and his calculating mind has helped us to catch up with more than a few deadly criminals, but I should have known he’d step over the line eventually.
He has no off switch.
Once he’s set his sights on something, he finds a way to get it, no matter who gets hurt in the process. Well, this time I’m not going to stand around to see how his crazy plan turns out.
“Would you wait?” Echo implores, calling out from our shared bedroom while I’m looking for my boots in the hallway. He curses under his breath. I can tell he’s struggling to find clothes he can throw on quickly enough that he doesn’t miss anything when I storm down to the office to confront my fellow Alpha.
“You’ve got two minutes,” I call back to him, knowing that doesn’t leave time for him to style his hair or put on eyeliner. He can hate me for that if he wants. I know he has spare beauty products in the front desk drawer. It won’t kill him to only be what he deems as ‘averagely hot’ for the three minutes it takes to get down there.
I fish my boots out from under his dramatically long duster coat, and I sit on the stool by the cordless landline phone while I put them on. I attempt to calm down, but it’s impossible.
E.A. has gone too far this time. I can’t let him do this.
“Two minutes,” Echo mutters.
I let out a sigh as I tie my laces.
I’m stressing our Omega out with the time limit.
It’s a dick move, and it’s one I would never normally make.
I pull the cuffs of my jeans over my boots, and I move to the bedroom doorway.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Take your time, okay? I can wait.”
He looks at me from his desk, where he’s decided the eyeliner is more important than pants, apparently. It’s dark blue today and that’s definitely going to make his sapphire eyes pop.
“Thank God for that,” he says, stopping after one eye is lined and suitably smudged.
He looks over at me. “What exactly did I say that’s got you so pissed?”
