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Then Mr. Mosley’s aging amber eyes slide in my direction, and a sly smile cuts across his face.Gotcha.
Fuck.
He knew.
I turn away, not giving him any more of my attention, and glance at the messages but decide to put the device up, so I don’t look like a bad employee. My hands shake as I navigate to the training site on the computer. Slow breaths aren’t enough to calm my racing heart. The narrator on the screen starts to talk about time charging, the first of nine standard trainings I’ll have to take, but I miss half of what she says.
Why is he doing this?
I finally found an internship, so I could finish my degree. Is he really that vindictive? I can’t be the first omega to have turned him down, right?
“Quinn.”
Gasping, I jump and spin around.
Mr. Wallace is holding up his hands. “Whoa. Didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?”
I place my hand on my chest and nod. “Uh, yeah. Sorry.”
“Can I see you in my office?”
This is it. Another internship gone because of one giant asshole of an alpha.
Smiling, I lock my computer and say, “Of course,” in the nicest voice I can use. No matter what Mr. Mosley said, I won’t get mad at Mr. Wallace. Any sort of big reaction would probably only fuel the rumors. I have to be calm and collected.
At least, that’s what I tell myself. My hands are shaking so hard, I tuck them behind my back as we walk, and I avoid meeting Calla’s gaze as we pass by her cube. The director and partner offices line the outside of the suite, and Mr. Wallace’s is the biggest and has the best view of the city.
I’d admire it, but I’m too focused on counting my breaths.
“Have a seat, please.”
I nod and slip into the pretty blue chair in front of his desk. He takes his seat and studies me. Trying not to look guilty, I smile at him and hold his stare.
“Calla is really nice,” I say when he doesn’t speak.
“She’s one of the best trainers we have.” He leans back in his chair and drums his fingers along the arm of it. “I just had a meeting with Mr. Mosley.”
“I thought I saw him.”Smile like you’re going to die if you don’t. Don’t let it faze you.
“He had some . . . interesting stories to tell.”
My eyes flutter closed. I knew it. He was here to destroy my life. What a dick. Anger burns inside of my chest, and I force myself to look at Mr. Wallace.
His eyes are narrowed at my reaction. “I’ve never been a fan of fiction, Quinn.”
What does that have to do with...wait. “You don’t believe him?”
“Do I believe that you, a student on the brink of graduation, would use the company computers for porn? It’s not unheard of.”
I frown. “That’s not what happened.”
“Oh, I know. You see, I hate Mosley the way Arya hates Cersei or Meryn Trant.”
Luckily, I speakGame of Thrones. A harsh breath leaves my body. “That’s a lot of hate.”
“Indeed.” He leans forward. “And when I hate someone, I learn everything about what makes them tick. I learn how to tell when they’re lying. I learn how to find their weaknesses.”
“That seems calculated.”
