“Temporarily,” Banner corrected quickly, but then he must have seen the panic on my face, as he was quick to add,
“Think of the experience, Eliza. This is huge for you. Mr. Minos has already agreed to compensate us very generously for the disruption.”
I nearly scoffed at that, but I was too busy casting accusing eyes toward the demon in the room. Yet even as I looked at Oblivion again, my pulse quickened uneasily.
“You wanted me?”I blurted before I could stop myself.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and I felt heat rush to my face.
“I mean,” I rushed on, mortified.
“For the meeting… You wanted me to do the meeting, and now you want me to work for you?”
His eyes darkened with something like amusement.
“You did well, exactly as I expected,” he said calmly.
My heart gave a traitorous little lurch at the praise before I wanted to bitch slap myself for the impulse.
My boss shifted his weight, clearly eager to move things along. Although Oblivion was two steps ahead of him.
“Banner, give us a moment alone, will you?”
“Ah, yes, of course, I will leave you two to discuss the finer details,” he said, already turning toward the door.
“I’ll have the paperwork drawn up.”
I almost scoffed at this, as I could only imagine. I almost asked if he wanted some of my blood so that he could sign my name for me.
“There’s no need,” Oblivion replied smoothly, giving Banner enough cause to pause at the door.
“I have already had my people draw up a contract,” Oblivion stated, shocking me, though I would later, no doubt, question why I was surprised.
“You have?” I asked, and his answering smirk was immediate. The words that followed only reinforced the arrogance behind it.
“Like I said, I had a feeling this meeting would go exactly the way I thought it would.”
I nearly choked, holding in the urge to mutter, ‘yeah, I just bet you did’.
“Right… okay, excellent. In that case, please take your time,” my boss said, and a second later, the door closed behind him before I could protest.
Silence rushed in to fill the space.
I took an instinctive step back, my spine brushing the edge of the table as I stared at Oblivion, my pulse thundering.
“What are you doing here?”
He exhaled slowly, something like weariness passing over his features.
“Be at ease, Eliza, I am not here to harm you,” he said, now dropping all pretenses like I had done.
“And my career, are you here to harm that?” I shot back.
“No, on the contrary. I am improving it,” he replied evenly, but I let out a shaky laugh.
“By uprooting my entire life,” I argued.
“Let’s not pretend here, as we both know that you were going to be removed from this account,” he said, watching me closely before continuing and shocking me further,
