I think I'll get the job.
Good. Don't fail, Jules.
I stared at the message.
Don't fail.
Don't fall for him.
Don't forget why you're here.
Don't lose sight of what matters.
I won't,I typed back.
But as I drove away, watching Vitality Ventures disappear in my rearview mirror, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd already failed in ways Carlo couldn't even imagine.
Because I didn't want Quentin Vanetti to be guilty.
And that was the most dangerous thing of all.
Chapter 6
Julia
After the interview, I should have stayed in Salt Lake. Waited by the phone like a normal job candidate.
But the family called.
So I flew home.
One thing was certain—Quentin was cautious. It would be a few days before he decided. Our people had set up triggers, placed watchers in key positions. If his team made certain inquiries, we'd know my cover was blown.
If that happened, I'd be pulled.
And Silvio would step in.
My first thought?I'd miss him.
That was... problematic.
I stared out the plane window at clouds that looked like cotton. Tried not to think about storm-gray eyes and a smile that made my stomach flip.
Failed spectacularly.
This was supposed to be simple. Get the job. Get close. Dig into his records. Find proof he killed my father. Report back to Carlo.
Then Carlo would decide Quentin's fate.
Except nothing about Quentin Vanetti felt simple anymore.
The way he'd looked at me during that interview. The handshake that lasted too long. Walking me to the lobby when he didn't have to.
"Hiring you is either the smartest decision I've ever made, or the most dangerous."
Join the club, I'd wanted to say.Being around you feels exactly the same.
My phone buzzed. Text from Filomena:I'm picking you up. We need to talk.
