Page 85 of Hate to Love You
It creaks open slowly, and Alison appears in the doorway, holding a dark blue cardboard coffee cup.
“Um…I have what you asked for,” she gulps, stepping into the room gingerly.
“Set it down and get the fuck out,” Roman hisses, obviously annoyed by her interruption.
As she places it on the table, however, she looks up, her eyes widening as she sees me, here, and petting Roman’s dog.
I smirk, knowing it has to burn her, seeing me here, assimilated with Roman’s most trusted entourage.
Suck it bitch.
“Out!” Roman snaps, yanking the door open for Alison, who scurries out of the room.
As the door clicks closed, he turns back to the room and pinches his eyebrows together before leaning both hands on the back of the chair next to me.
“I want a plan here, people,” he sighs. “I need this buttoned up, and fast. This isn’t our only agenda item here.”
“For now, we need to get our hands on this guy,” Cal says quietly.
“Agreed,” Jacques says with a nod, “Once we have him, Noah and I can work out magic and see what kind of information we can…extract.”
“Just make sure you don’t make a mess, like you did last time,” Roman snaps at Jacques, who immediately drops his smile. “It took forever to get the smell out.”
My stomach churns, as a chorus of low chortles and dark laughter go up around me. I scan the room, analyzing their faces and reactions.
They’re enjoying this. Every single one of them.
“And where are we with the Pace International Transport shipment?” Roman asks. “Have they been paid? Is it still arriving on schedule?”
Luckily, after researching Jaxon Pace, I know all about his shipment company, and how highly rated they were. They delivered nothing less than excellence.
“Yes, Boss,” Boris nods. “Debts are settled, and according to our contact, if the ship has favorable weather, they should set sail by the end of the week. And Mr. Pace confirmed that he’s sending his weapons expert out here on Friday to personally supervise the deal. Smart guy or some shit like that.”
My heart drops to my stomach.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
This is it. This is exactly what I was looking for.
I’ve actually found them. I’ve found the monsters. And for some reason, these monsters feel very different than the rest.
Biting my lip, I have to fight the smile that tugs at the corners of my mouth.
Jackpot.
The monster meeting concludes just shy of six in the evening.
Roman’s men disperse disappearing back into the aether from whence they came.
Yanking open the top drawer of my desk, I snatch out my resignation notice.
After what I just witnessed, there’s not a chance in fucking hell I’m quitting this place.
Carefully, I make my way over to the copy room, making sure no one sees me enter, and promptly drop the envelope into the shredder, watching until it’s been torn to pieces and all traces of my doubt have been destroyed.
Grabbing my purse and coat, I decide to stop off at the restroom before heading downstairs.
I knew that accepting the position here at Nikotech Investments was a gamble, but it was a risk I was willing to take because my gut told me that monsters like Igor tend to congregate.