He has a smug look on his face. He doesn’t believe I’m capable, but I expect he’s only voicing what at least half of the room is thinking. At least he had the balls to say it.
“Bullshit, you say? I would like to remind you that I also hold the power now to strip you of any Order roles and responsibilities. And let us not forget there is currently only one way out of The Order, and that’s in a wooden box.”
“Sorry,” he squeals as Baxter swings his arm around the guy's neck. He soon passes out. I need to ask Baxter to teach me that pressure point stuff. It would come in handy when Kalen is over stimulated.
I give Baxter a pointed stare.
“I had that handled,” I snap. I’m still pissed that he stood me up, which I plan to deal with as soon as this meeting is over.
“I know you did, but his breathing was annoying me, and killing him isn’t allowed, unless you do it or order me to. I figured you wouldn’t want blood on your hands on your first day.”
The dick is passed out thanks to Baxter, and Monty calls the meeting to an end soon after. There’s a lot of murmuring around the room but I don’t give a fuck. While I’m still in school, I’ll be trained in all aspects, and Monty has brought in an Order expert to catch me up. It just sounds like a nightmare to me: way more studying than I ever wanted to take on.
Once everyone leaves, Sawyer shows me to my office. Order HQ is a massive building with several levels deep underground not far from Knox Academy, though Kalen says they have many properties spaced out around the UK. However, since this one is closest to me, it is now going to be the main headquarters.
“Is it really necessary that Branson tags along?” Onyx huffs.
“I thought you two had a bromance going on now?” Sawyer jibes. Onyx glares at him.
Onyx confessed about his meeting with Baxter before I returned. It’s amazing the secrets a guy will let slip when your lips are wrapped around his cock.
“We have a mutual agreement because it was brought to my attention that I don’t hate Amelie,” Baxter replies. I snort. He’s totally my bitch and he knows it.
“You know we’re BFFs for life, don’t even try to deny it.”
Sawyer stops at a large door, motioning to the hand and retina scanner. “Only you can get in here. It will scan your hand and your retina, and the new technology will recognise if you’re dead or if you are afraid. If either is the case, the door will not open on the first try. A silent alarm will be sent to us, your bodyguards, and an extraction team. When you try a second time, all your computers in the room will switch servers to a dummy system with fake information. Again, you will need to be alive to access your computer. You will be trained on what you should do…”
I cut Sawyer off. “In the event of my impending doom.”
“We have enemies, Amelie. While The Order has a reputation that not many people will mess with, you have the likes of our grandfather as an enemy, and he knows the ins and outs of this place. You don't have room to be complacent when it comes to your safety.”
“Sorry sir,” I say, and Kalen snorts, trying to contain a retort.
“I’ll report for detention later.”
The vein in Sawyer's neck pulsates.
The door opens after scanning my eyes. I’m not sure if I should be seeing spots, but damn that blue light was bright. I blink like crazy to clear my vision and when it does, I take in the room. A wall of monitors fills the space. Some look to be security feeds, another has the news on, but muted.
“You will be sorry,” Sawyer warns in a low tone, resting his hands on my waist before lifting me and placing me on thelarge wooden desk. This room is clearly designed for a man…everything is so over the top, large and masculine.
“Is that right?” I tease as he steps between my legs.
Baxter coughs to clear his throat. “I hate to break up what is starting to look like an amazing orgy, but I have places to be and I’m pretty sure I’m not welcome here.”
“Hmm, rain check.” I smile and push him back, sliding from the desk and making my way around to the chair. All my guys stand before me. A girl could get used to this.
We run through our thoughts about my grandmother and mother. I want the best on the case – the Three Musketeers. Every male in the room protests. That makes me want to meet them even more. I mentally note to get in contact with them later.
Baxter leaves but says he wants a meeting with me in private. I snarkily ask him if he’ll show up this time, and he flips me the bird in response. Again my guys protest, but lose. I let him leave, not wanting to cause a scene within these walls on my first day.
“We still have the matter of you finding a personal assistant,” Sawyer adds.
“Why do I need an assistant when I have Jasper and Frost? Can’t they just fetch me coffee and answer my phone?” I complain. I don't need another person following me around.
“No, their job is to protect you. And your personal assistant will be for more than fetching coffee and answering phone calls.”
“We’ve narrowed it down to five candidates,” Onyx reports, pulling out a manilla folder and placing it before me. Kalen has taken a seat and his feet are crossed on top of my desk.
