Alyssa
The tiny basement office they’d given me was a joke. It wasn't even a proper office; it was more like a storage closet with a desk shoved in it.
The air was stale and smelled like old paper and dust. There were no windows just four dull gray walls that felt like they were closing in on me.
A single, bulb light buzzed overhead casting a sickly glow on the mountain of files stacked on my desk.
Damon’s secretary Karina, that woman with the permanent smirk had dumped them here an hour ago.
She’d told me with fake sweetness that Mr. Johnson wanted all these old contracts reviewed and completely rewritten by the end of today.
There were hundreds of pages and I didn’t even know where to begin from.
This must definitely be a joke.
I knew what this was, I know what he’s trying t
