This feels like I’ve trodden too close to danger, and my naive little mind is ignoring the warning signs, itching to get closer.
He dips down to my level. “Indie?”
I snap right out of it.
“Thanks for that, I owe you one,” I say, a blush probably enhancing the contour on my cheeks. He laughs whilst stretching to his full height; my eyes follow him up.
He stares down at me, his dark, menacing gaze holding me prisoner.
Something inside me purrs at the thought of being the centre of this man’s attention like this at all times.
“I’ll see you around,” he says, giving me a wink before slipping out of the room, leaving me struggling to breathe.
4
Indie
It's Not Over – Daughtry
Present day
TheofficeforEgnever& Co is small; it’s basically so tiny it’s tucked away at the back of the tenth floor of this building. It could have been a damn storage cupboard.
It’s pretty basic; the space is split into two rooms and set up with a computing station for the girls. Though, they mostly work from home, so it’s hardly ever used.
Through the back is Regina and I’s office.
We visit every couple weeks, only when we actually need to turn up and do some real-life work. I think our team believes we’re the best employers ever. They only come in if they need to, have flexible hours, and are handsomely paid.
Regina is well equipped at working the books to make this all look legit.
If anything ever happens, we’ve got enough cash stored for each of our girls that they would be able to survive a good few years without job hunting.
I’m hoping it never comes to that; they’ve been through enough.
Our company is all women, the ones who had their lives impacted by Kingstone’s secret.
They don’t know it’s Regina and I that have helped them outside of here, they’ve just seen an all-women’s company offering a job they couldn’t refuse.
Now we’ve had them all working for us for over four years.
We’ve removed every shred of evidence that they’re linked to what we’re doing; the police won’t be able to trace a single thing to them.
They all work away blissfully under our protective eye.
They don’t realise how much they help us in return; they let us blend in with society. It’s a small way to give back from the blood money we’ve gathered from those that have wronged us all.
Some would probably be on the fence if they found out what their managing directors do.
But the others?
They were more than happy we went ahead with the hits.
“Eight left across both chapters,” Regina says to my right, and I lean back, feet up on the desk to look over at her laptop.
We’ve been working down this list for almost five years; there’s a lot more a part of this hidden group, we’re just not able to get the total figure.
We were only able to grab the information readily available to us, and that only accounted for two yearly intakes at our university.
