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"As the alpha," my father begins, "I have the right to put forward unemployed pack members for vacant positions within businesses inside the pack."
"I have an assistant."
"I was led to believe he tendered his resignation yesterday."
My eyes harden. "You seem to have a lot of information about my people."
"I do." My father doesn't back down. "So, you will hire Cynthia."
"I thought she works for you." I look at her.
"I was fired two days ago," Cynthia finally speaks, and her voice is strangled.
"There," my father smiles, "you see? She needs a job, and you need a secretary."
I stare at him. I could always lie and tell him I have someone else lined up, but this is also a good opportunity to keep Cynthia close to me and get her to join my side. But I know what he intends to do, and I will have to nip it in the bud.
"Fine," I say abruptly. "But she will be given a company phone that will be scanned for all malware and spying software. Her desk and computer will be checked daily for anything that could leak anything confidential, and she will be at my disposal aroundthe clock. If I find out she's a spy here, not only will I fire her, I will sue you in human court, Father."
I see the anger spark in my father's eyes, but he just shrugs. "Do as you please with her."
He gets to his feet, and I raise a brow. "Is that all?"
He just smiles at me. "I have other business to attend to."
I watch him walk toward the door, and then he suddenly says, "Give me my coat back."
For a moment, I frown, thinking he's talking to me. And then I see Cynthia take off the long coat, and my eyes twitch when I see the clothes she's wearing. They look like something a prostitute standing on a street corner would wear. A tiny halter top and a skirt so small half her ass is on display. Suddenly, her discomfort makes sense.
I turn my attention toward my father, who just smirks.
Bastard.
CHAPTER 8
Cynthia
Everything Jonathon has ever done to me has been in the privacy of his home.
To the world, he's dressed me up like a doll, and I have at least had my self-respect in front of the pack. But today, he's stripped me of every form of respect.
I could sell your body if I so please.His words are still ringing in my ears as he forces me to take off my coat and bare my body to his oldest son.
I feel cold inside.
He has reduced me to a prostitute, just like he promised. And now, here I am, wearing clothes meant to arouse his son and business competitor.
I should have jumped off the bridge, I think numbly. I don't want to live this life. I don't want to exist like this.
I can see the malicious amusement in Jonathon's eyes as he watches me hand him the coat, and I lower my gaze. Little by little, he's crushing me, and even when I try to fight back, he manages to extinguish the flame inside me. He fired me two days ago, sitting on my couch while I stood in front of him, in my home.
All the hard work I put into his company was credited to everyone else but me. He told me, in no uncertain terms, that I was going to be an assistant in name to Adam, but my real job was to seduce him and sleep with him. All my clothes were thrown out as Jonathon's men ransacked my apartment, and all my sensible clothes were replaced by tiny miniskirts and form-fitting blouses that put everything on display to the world. My shoes were dumped into a plastic bag and replaced by stilettos and heels. A bunch of makeup was dumped before me, and one of the staff members from Jonathon's house spent one full day teaching me what kind of makeup to apply. Even now, my face is thick with makeup.
The door shuts behind Jonathon, and I stand frozen in my spot.
I hear Adam's chair move, and I close my eyes, feeling small and worthless.
I have stood before CEOs and important businessmen, confident and sure of myself. Today, I'm reduced to a slut.
