Truthfully, it seems a little bit on the sketchy side. I like to think of myself as a tenacious and well-rounded woman, though, and in the worst case scenario, I’m sure I could defend myself. Best case scenario, this job could end up being long-term, or at least tide me over until I can find something a bit more professional.
It’s not like this stranger is asking for a hooker; all they seem to want is someone to clean their house. In all likelihood, it’s just some guy with more money than sense. You can’t expect everyone to know how to make a good listing.
Filling in my information, I attach a photo of myself to the email as the post specified. Another bit of information that seems a little odd, but as I hit send, I’m past the point of return. From here, I can only fill in a few additional applications before going about my day as best as I am able. I skipped breakfast, and my stomach isn’t letting me forget it’s almost lunchtime.
Though I have very little cash left in the bank, I hope it’s enough to grab a chicken sandwich from the fast food chain down the road; I’m not often one to indulge in fast food offerings, but you get a lot more bang for your buck from a burger joint than any of the health-conscious cafés in the city.
Perhaps the calories will do me a bit of good. I’ve been skipping meals more than ever, lately. When you’re not even positive you’ll have a home at the week’s end, things like eating regularly seem less important, and anxiety has been making it all the more difficult to stomach three meals a day.
Closing my laptop with a sigh, I grab my phone and purse before heading out. As I walk outside, I muse that it might seem an altogether pleasant day in other circumstances. I’ve been reluctant to acknowledge good days, as of late. Nothing seems particularly good when you’re struggling to get by.
Unable to afford gas most of the time, my mode of transportation around Chicago has mostly become my own two feet. Faced with the choice between gas for my car and internet—with which I could more easily search for a job—there really wasn’t much of a choice at all. At the very least, the walk to the burger place is a good excuse to get out of my apartment for a while and enjoy the sunshine.
About midway through my walk I feel my phone begin vibrating in my pocket. I fumble around for a moment, grabbing it with a bit more force than necessary and considering the number that is calling. It’s an unfamiliar one, but considering the job applications I’ve been putting in all day, I can’t risk missing a possible lead. I swipe the screen to answer, bringing the phone up to my ear.
“Hello, this is Charlotte Law speaking,” I answer, as professionally as I can manage.
There’s a sound of papers shuffling on the other end of the line, and I step off the sidewalk somewhat to allow others to pass me.
“Yes, Miss Law. This call is regarding your application for job ID 4536, or as listed on the board, a ‘discreet’ maid,” a friendly-sounding woman says. “I know it must seem a rather odd request, but we appreciate your compliance with our requests for a photo and brief description of yourself. From what we can tell, you seem to be a perfect fit for the job.”
I feel my lips curling into an eager smile as I pump my fist victoriously in the air. I don’t even care how I look, standing just off the sidewalk and doing a mini victory dance. I’m happy, dammit!
“That’s great. There wasn’t much information on the post regarding who I would be working for. Am I supposed to meet someone for a more in-depth interview, and if so, where should I start heading towards?” I inquire, turning my gaze skyward and considering the fluffy white clouds in the sky. Perhaps this is turning out to be a better day than I could have ever expected. As a matter of fact, I can’t think of anything that would ruin this moment for me.
“We’re going to need you to report to the headquarters of SharkTEC Financial, just to get the contract finalized and the finer details worked out,” the woman continues, and for a moment, I swear the sky goes dark. The thought of returning to SharkTEC Financial isn’t a pleasant one, and I’m certainly not looking to do Dillon Bradshaw any favors. My instinctive reaction is to tell the woman on the line that I will be unable to make the interview.
Saying that, I really need the job, and though it would require sacrificing my pride, the salary sways my decision. There’s just something deeply wrong with sacrificing my morals just for a well-paying job working under some rich asshole who put me in this position to begin with.
“Ma’am, are you still there?” the woman inquires gently, and I exhale wearily, caught between a rock and a hard place. It almost feels like I’d be rewarding Dillon Bradshaw by agreeing to work for his company. There’s a nagging thought at the back of my mind, however, and it’s a thought that’s difficult to lay to rest.
This could work out in my favor, truly. Getting a job at SharkTEC would put me closer to my sworn enemy than I would like, but there are both pros and cons to that scenario. He likely doesn’t even remember my face, let alone my name. He wouldn’t suspect the cleaning girl of coming into his workplace and wreaking a bit of havoc.
It’s entirely unprofessional, but I almost have myself convinced that I could do it on the down low. I could ruin a good number of his days before he ever even found out that I was behind the shenanigans.
Assuming it worked out in my favor, I’d definitely be more stable—both monetarily and emotionally—for taking the job and throwing a wrench in things. Once I made enough to get by for a while, I could simply walk out and say that I wasn’t a good fit for the job.
“Ma’am, are you there? I’ll have to call the next applicant if you’re not available,” the woman on the phone says, and I hear her rummaging through her stack of papers again.
The smile that had faltered from my face curls my lips once more, and I turn in the direction of the SharkTEC Financial building.
“I’m on my way to your office, if that’s acceptable. I’d like to get introductions out of the way and get started as swiftly as possible. You and your company will find that I’m something of a go-getter when I really put my mind to it,” I croon.
“Oh, I’m very glad to hear that, Miss Law. I’m sure Mr. Bradshaw will be thrilled to meet you and discuss the terms of your employment,” she titters.
I smile a bit wickedly, nodding my head though she can’t see it. At the very least, I hope my troublemaking won’t backfire on her. She sounds like a genuinely nice person, and I can’t imagine it’s too thrilling to work for an asshole like Dillon Bradshaw.
“All right. I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Obviously, I don’t expect Mr. Bradshaw to take time out of his busy schedule just to meet with me, but perhaps you and I can work out the details?” I say as I mentally map out the path to the SharkTEC building. It’s a long walk, but I’m at the point where I would rather continue the trip on foot instead of turning around to get my car. I barely have enough gas to make it to the nearest station for a refill, anyway.
“We’ll work something out, one way or another. I look forward to meeting you, Miss Law. See you soon,” the woman says, bidding me a pleasant goodbye before hanging up.
I end the call, a chuckle bubbling up in my chest. As I shove my phone into my pocket, the chuckle begins to grow into nearly uproarious laughter. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I’m going to get a job at SharkTEC Financial, and if I have my way, I plan to cause as much damage to Dillon’s reputation as I’m able to in the process.
He ruined my life. Now, it’s time for him to get a taste of his own medicine. He’ll regret not remembering my face, but more than anything, I’ll make sure he regrets ruining the lives of not just myself, but hundreds—if not thousands—of others.
Picking up the pace, I walk with a bit of a skip in my step. I’m thrilled, but also a little bit afraid. Perhaps I’m giving myself too much credit. Subterfuge has never been a strong point of mine, and it’s entirely feasible that Dillon and his employees will catch on to my little act sooner than I anticipate.
Unwilling to let that happen without a figh
t, I force a pleasant smile on my face as I make my way downtown. At least the work can’t be too difficult; after all, I’ve been doing small cleaning jobs for the past few years, now. I imagine the scale will be much larger in such a massive office building, but it gives me all the more excuse to thoroughly explore the area and look for some blackmail evidence that might do the job of knocking King Bradshaw off of his pedestal.
A short time later, I find myself approaching the entrance of the SharkTEC building. Allowing all the fear to seep out of my system, I brush a hand through my dark hair and make my expression as confident and pleasant as possible.
When I’m through with him, Dillon Bradshaw won’t even know what hit him.
Chapter Two
Dillon
Feet propped up on my desk, I lean back in my office chair, idly listening to one of my business associates ramble down the phone. The issue is a minor one, a matter of whether said business partner, Mark, should fire his human resources officer.
While I scarcely have time to consider the matters of other businesses, I like to think that I’m around for my partners when they need me. While they’re not exactly friends, I suppose they’re the next best thing, in a way. In the business world, it’s rare that one is able to find time to dilly dally with friends.
I spent much of my youth carefully strategizing my investments, and as a result, there aren’t many individuals I’ve kept in touch with over the years. Truthfully, I have more enemies than friends. I’m sure any number of the men and women who have lost their jobs because of me would sooner tie an anchor to my feet than pull me from a raging river.
It’s not that I enjoy putting people out of work, it’s just business. Some people can’t cut it, and I find it’s better to lay them off before they spend too many years in an unfitting position.
Simply put, I have an empire to build, and someday, I hope to have someone to pass this empire down to. If I were ever to have a child, I don’t want to regret putting some stranger’s needs above my own, and then it coming back to bite me in the ass.
I’m known for taking care of myself, and only myself. It’s not entirely true, as I do care deeply for my closest employees and business partners—they just might not see it as an act of love when I force them to work extra hours to meet their full potential. There’s nothing worse, in my eyes, than wasted potential. My life motto is never half-ass something—always put your entire being into that which you’re passionate about.
Then, of course, we have the matter of my life outside of the office. To say I’ve never dated wouldn’t be awfully far from the truth, though I’ve had my share of bed partners. Dating implies that there is some deeper emotion involved, which is rarely the case. If I don’t have time for friends, what would I be thinking to pursue a romantic involvement?
Sex is one thing, and I make it very clear to my partners that I’m only seeking a physical connection. The idea of someday falling in love is almost unfathomable to me.
“I’m just going to fire the dunce. He ruined my chances to strike a deal with RealtoCo. Human resource officers are supposed to score deals for me, right? Not totally blow them out of the water.”
Mark sighs, and I realize I’ve largely tuned out his tirade. Humming under my breath, I glance through my open door towards my receptionist’s desk. Best that I wrap up this conversation; I have more pressing matters to attend to for the time being.
“If you feel that firing the man is the best course of action, Mark, I suggest you follow your gut. Human resource officers are a dime a dozen. But, if he’s served you well in the past…maybe you owe it to him to reconsider,” I offer, glancing towards the ticking clock. It’s a matter of minutes before my next appointment steps in, and it would be rude for me to still be on the phone when my next potential employee steps into my office.
“Ah, Dillon. That’s the trouble. Chad’s served me well in the past; he just didn’t agree with RealtoCo’s policies. He seemed to think that the CEO would force too many changes on the company, and I wouldn’t like where we ended up. This could have been the deal of a lifetime, but…it’s not really entirely his fault, you know? I’ve always asserted that I don’t like my decisions to be second-guessed, and Chad was sure this guy wouldn’t be up to snuff,” Mark sighs.
Before I can come up with a way to wrap up the conversation, my secretary steps towards my door and motions towards one of the meeting rooms. Rising from my chair, I try to think of how to tie off the loose ends as I make my way to the room in which the interview will take place.
I tap my finger thoughtfully against my chin, and Mark seems to be eagerly awaiting my instruction. For someone who likes to take charge, he seems surprisingly willing to take my advice. Full disclosure: I don’t really know the best course of action. I’ve met Chad Rethers before, and he seems to be an all-around good employee.
As I step in for the interview, I’m immediately struck by how gorgeous the woman is. Though I saw her picture in the application she’d sent, I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of her brilliant green eyes. She watches me with an awestruck expression, and for a moment, I can’t help but think she may be as attracted to me as I am to her. It’s a fleeting sensation, however, and her expression sours as she notices I’m on the phone. The clock is ticking, and I need to seal these deals.
“Mark, listen. Give Chad another chance. From the sounds of it, he was just looking out for the longevity of your company. You have to be careful with who you choose to partner up with. The RealtoCo CEO could see the entirety of your staff fired, if he wanted. Deals like that often crop up in this business, and it isn’t pretty,” I say softly, though the woman seems to be absorbing every word.
She watches me with a faintly bitter smile, and I can’t help feeling as if I’ve seen her somewhere before.
“You’re right. I’ll let him plead his case, maybe dock his pay a bit. If he doesn’t stick around, it just shows where his loyalties lie,” Mark replies. “All right. I’ll let you go. I need to go discuss another possible merger, and Chad better not mess this one up,” he continues. I bid him a quick goodbye before hanging up the phone.
For such a small business, Mark seems particularly interested in merging his with other companies. Personally, I’d have waited until I had a bit more leverage before starting my takeovers, but I can’t expect everyone to follow the same path.
For now, I need to focus on this beautiful woman who sits perfectly poised in front of me. Her legs are crossed at the ankles, and she’s wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans. A daring move, considering most would have dressed in business attire for the interview. However, I’m also well aware that she had received the call rather abruptly, and Tiffany had been insistent that she come for the interview as soon as she was available.
“Yes, hello. You are Charlotte Law, yes?” I greet her, sitting opposite her and folding my hands on the table between us.
She regards me carefully, and there’s something in her eyes that I can’t quite pinpoint. A bit of disdain, perhaps, or maybe she’s still mesmerized by me. It’s hard to discern at the moment.
“Indeed. I was told to come in as soon as possible for an interview. I was expecting to speak to a human resources officer, or perhaps the woman who phoned me…” She trails off, fidgeting nervously.
I smile, attempting to keep my expression as warm as possible. She watches me carefully, seeming to forcefully school her expression into a smile.
“But it’s…” She pauses, seeming strained. “It is an honor to meet you,” she manages, though it’s obvious the words couldn’t be further from the truth.
Wondering what this woman may have against me, I find myself growing annoyed. Truthfully, her application was the first we’d received, and thusly the first I’d looked at. She seemed to fit the job well enough, but it’s obvious that her attitude could use some improvement.
Perhaps the swift callback has given her a big ego. If that’s the case, I have no problem knocking her down a few
pegs. While I like to make my permanent employees feel valued, she’s just a simple maid. That is, she will be a simple maid, if she plays her cards right.
“Ah, yes. It’s nice to meet you as well, Miss Law. Yours was the first application I received, so I thought it appropriate to give you a timely interview. Your experience seemed to check out, but I haven’t gone through the verification process yet. I suppose I’ve invited you to my place of business to get a feel if you’ll be a good fit,” I explain, rising to my feet and slowly circling around the table.
She looks uncomfortable, the faintest dusting of a blush reddening her cheeks.
“I assure you, Mr. Bradshaw, that this job would mean the world to me,” she says, seeming earnest for the first time, though her flushed cheeks and aversion to meeting my gaze make me wonder if she may want more than just a job from me. It’s something to consider at a later date, possibly. I cross my arms over my chest as I consider her for a moment.
“It would be rather pointless to sort through a dozen other applications when it seems you’d be a fine fit for the job. I can’t fault you on your punctuality. Your response was swift, as well as your arrival to my office. Can I expect the same when you are to report to your job?” I inquire, keeping my voice firm yet quiet. I want her to have to strain just slightly to hear me; I want to be certain she is fixed on my every word.
She leans in, her hands clasped in her lap.
“I am nothing if not punctual, Mr. Bradshaw. Truth be told, I’ve been between jobs for a while now, so it would be a relief to have a steady workplace, at least for some period of time. Since I was—” she pauses, seeming to rethink her words. “Since I resigned from my full-time job two years ago, I’ve been struggling to find the right fit. I hope that I can find that here, with you,” she admits.
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