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His next words are for me. “You’re not going out tonight, Mr. Markos.”
I shake my head, knowing that’s not a question.
My heart races, hopeful and terrified at the same time.
I see them out, watching through the cracked door as Christopher glances back at me one last time beforestepping around the senator and leading the way to the car.
I close the door and lock it behind me, turning and leaning against it as my heart races in my chest.
Apparently, I no longer need to look for a job.
It found me.
Along with, if I’m not mistaken, a whole lot of trouble.
