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“Where are we going?” I demanded, holding my ground.
Too many years of being on guard stopped me from following her, even though I sensed I didn’t have anything to fear from Sage—not in the same way I did from Jesse.
“You won’t be working from the casino,” she explained. “I’ll take you to your workspace.”
“Where is it?”
“In Atlas’ house.”
Heat burst through me.
“His house?” I echoed, dumbfounded.
That was an unexpected twist. Sage’s eyes flashed reprovingly, and my blush deepened.
“His home office,” she corrected herself, narrowing her eyes. “You will be properly outfitted there, and your duties explained. You won’t have free roam of the building. Please be mindful of your position.”
A million new questions entered my mind, but Sage’s sour expression forced them all back into my throat, and I begrudgingly followed after her.
“Is he going to be there?” I asked hopefully.
He was the one that had offered me a position, and I wasn’t fond of the idea of having to explain why I was around to others.
“I will be walking you through your duties,” she answered, but I realized that she didn’t exactly tell me what I wanted to know.
At the same time, I suspected she was only going to tell me as much as she wanted, and asking was useless.
To my surprise, a sleek, blacked out SUV waited in the alleyway. I stopped again.
“Is that for us?”
Sage clucked her tongue. “Of course.”
Of course. Atlas wouldn’t have us walking around.
I was going to like this job. I could tell.
* * *
His home wasn’t a house.It was a palace. Jesse’s “house” was pitiful in comparison, a dilapidated ranch next to the sprawling bungalow of white marble that sparkled in the night like a beacon of hope and light.
Or maybe I just saw it like that because of my naked desperation.
The SUV pulled up in front of the circular driveway, but when the driver opened the door, Sage marched us along a pathway leading up a quiet stone walkway that took us toward a side door and stopped at a coded door.
“Turn around,” she ordered me.
I eyed her balefully. “I’m not looking,” I mumbled guiltily, even though she didn’t comment on my eyes.
She stared at me until I was forced to do exactly what she demanded. A series of non-descript beeps unlocked the metal security door, and I peeked, noting the wave of her manicured hand.
“This way.”
Down another stairwell and through a weird glass tunnel, I found myself in a small but neat office that was neither cramped nor big. It was outfitted with nothing more than a desk, three separate landline telephones, and several notepads. There wasn’t even a computer. I frowned.
“W-what is this?” I sputtered, more confused than ever.
Sage secured the door at her back and sighed deeply, as if she was steeling her emotions.
