Harper
You’ve officially lost your mind
I started typing a response.
“What are you doing?” a low, male voice growled.
My head jerked to the side, and suddenly I was face-to-face with Goon #1. He was a big, burly bastard with buzzed blond hair, light skin, and dark blue eyes.
I definitely should’ve heard him coming.
I was losing my damn mind.
“Is that a text?” the goon demanded.
My body stiffened as he leaned over my shoulder, knocking my hand off my computer’s mouse so he could take over. “How did you get past the firewall to install this?”
“Um,” I started. Then paused. After a beat of silence, I decided just to leave it there. Nothing I had to say was going to help anyone’s case.
The whole office was tense as the werewolf read my conversation with Harper.
Or maybe that was still just me.
Harper and I knew better than to mention anything related to vampires over text, so at least I was safe on that front.
The goon finished reading the conversation and clicked over to my list to scan that too.
Finally, he straightened.
Maybe I would actually survive the day.
“You’re Bloom Sharpe,” he said.
“Yes.” There was obviously no point in denying it. There was a nameplate on my desk that declared it in bold letters. Beneath the title, it said, ASSISTANT TO THE DIRECTOR OF COMPLIANCE.
He spun his finger, a clear message that he wanted me to turn around. I reluctantly did, meeting his dark eyes.
Crap, he was huge.
I was fast, but I was pretty sure the guy could still rip my throat out before I could get to safety if I tried to run.
“What was your problem with Steven?” Goon #1 asked. He seemed calm, but he was watching me like he was a predator.
I tried not to shiver.
Yeah, technically I was a predator too… but as a whole, vampires had been forced to train ourselves out of that in the century since the war ended.
“I’m the assistant to the Director of Compliance, which means I’m the one who has to get Steven’s information, approval, and signatures to fill out paperwork. Everything I do is in an attempt to comply with the applicable laws and regulations. Steven madethat as difficult as he possibly could, and got us fined at every turn,” I explained.
“So you hated him.”
“Hate is a strong word, but yeah, kind of. Do you usually like people who make your job impossible?”
Goon #1 narrowed his eyes. “I usually kill them.”
Oh.
Wow.
