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She smiles sympathetically as I stand nervously in the elevator that is speeding toward the top floor.
“It’s a lot to take in, I realize that.”
She hands me a business card and says warmly, “Here are my details. Call me if you need anything. I’m here to help.”
“Thanks.” I smile gratefully and then say tentatively, “Can you tell me anything I need to know about Mr. Remington?”
The way her eyes light up and the soft flush dancing across her cheeks tells me she is just like the rest of mankind when it concerns our boss, and she smiles dreamily.
“He is a demanding, driven man who has made Remington Industries what it is today. My advice would be to listen and learn and do whatever he says. Even if you don’t agree with him, do it anyway because he sees the bigger picture whereas we do not.”
“I wouldn’t dream of challenging him.” I say with a horrified gasp, and she chuckles softly, “Then you should get along perfectly well. Just be there when he asks and leave when he tells you. Your contracted hours may be nine to five thirty, but he arrives at the office at seven thirty every morning and expects his coffee waiting for him. He leaves at seven in the evening and won’t take kindly to an empty desk as he passes.”
“You mean I must work twelve hours and only get paid for eight?” I don’t like the sound of that at all, and she shrugs. “Your salary reflects it. It’s a very generous package and not many women of your age are as lucky. You will earn every cent, but it will set you up for life. My advice is to run with it and throweverything into this job, Laura, because opportunities don’t come around like this very often.”
The elevator stops, and my heart starts hammering as the doors open, revealing the plush carpeting of an executive suite that I definitely don’t belong in.
Even the air up here is purer somehow and as I follow Edie out into the hallway, I gasp at the breath-taking sight of the city at my feet. This is something else and my head is spinning as well as my heart thumping and as I follow her toward a door at the end of a wide spacious office, I wonder if I will make it past the first day.
CHAPTER 4
TROY
I’m impatient to get this started and have been uncharacteristically clock-watching since I arrived at seven-thirty this morning.
Laura Kincaid is a project that I’m anxious to get off the ground, and she has been firmly in my thoughts for quite some time now.
The rewards will be great if I can pull this off and I am determined to be successful. Don Vieri must be removed from The Dark Lords if we are to stand any chance of progressing and he must take his god-damned sons with him.
Laura is the grenade I will launch into their wicked lives and watch her destroy everything he has created and when I have finished with her, I will toss her back to them with a ruined soul.
A gentle knock on the door makes me sit straighter and take a deep breath.
It begins.
“Come in.” I say coolly and study her with interest as Edie ushers her into the room and says reverently, “Laura Kincaid, sir.”
She hovers by her side, and I say abruptly, “Leave us.”
I note the widening of Laura’s eyes as I dismiss Edie without care and Edie almost bows and backs out of the room with a nervous smile. As the door closes, I take a moment to stare at the woman who is trying hard to remain cool under pressure, and I like what I see.
She has shoulder-length black hair tied back into a sleek ponytail. Her make-up is neutral and yet her blue eyes shine like sapphires. Her plump red lips quiver slightly as she fails to disguise her nerves and her hands are clasped in silent prayer as she shifts nervously from one foot to the other.
The business suit Celeste has chosen is perfect and the silk blouse under the fitted jacket is cut low enough to reveal the swell of her cleavage. The skirt is my preferred length, just above her knees, and the pantyhose caresses her shapely legs as she stands tall in leather heels that are stylish and elegant. Overall, I am satisfied because I can work with what’s before me. I need her to look the part more than I require her services because this job is all about smoke and mirrors anyway.
“Sit.”
I point to the chair in front of my desk and notice her jump to attention and drop down into it, perching nervously on the edge.
I peer at her through narrowed eyes and say formally, “I like my coffee black, hot, and strong. I require it on my desk at seven thirty every morning and on the hour throughout the day. You will serve it in a bone china mug and retrieve the empty one exactly ten minutes after the hour.”
I love the way her eyes widen, but she says nothing at all and just stares at me through those astonishing eyes.
“You will receive a list of duties along with my diary every morning at seven am and I expect every item to be completed by the close of business, which is seven pm for me and seven thirty for you, unless I say otherwise.”
She is trying so hard to contain the tears that have welled behind her eyes, and the fact I’m loving every minute of this doesn’t escape me. I continue harshly. “You may take a thirty-minute break at eleven, one hour at two, and thirty minutes again at five. Your coffee collection duties will resume when you return.”
I fix her with a hard glare and love that the blood drains from her face as I say roughly, “I am taking a chance on you, Laura, don’t squander this opportunity.”
