Page 14 of His White Moonlight
“Seriously, I got it.You can go,” I said, hoping to spare whoever it was.
He glanced at me then left with his jaw ticcing.
Milena waited until he was out of hearing distance to say, “Let’s save ourselves time and skip the tour since we both know you’re not here to actually work.”
I turned to her.“Oh?Then what am I doing here?”
Someone laughed quietly.
“Making the Wulfs feel good about their philanthropy.Why else would they employ the normie they adopted?”
Mom’s voice rang in my head.Don't say no until you give it a try.
I knew the Wulf’s loved me, but couldn’t they see how much I didn’t fit into their world?
“Does this mean you’re refusing to give me the tour then?”I asked.“It’s going to be hard to explain why I don’t know my way around or have an access badge when my benefactors ask me.”
Her pupils pulsed larger with irritation as I held her gaze.
“Useless,” she said under her breath as she stood.
If she meant the tour, she was right.She showed me where the break room and bathrooms were, got my badge from Human Resources, and then led me to my desk, which was located in the exterior part of Bennett’s split office suite.I knew it was his suite because of the big nameplate screwed to the wall beside the door.
“Just do whatever you’re told to do,” she said before leaving me there.
The desk, which was fully stocked with writing implements, paper, and fancy leather-bound notebooks, in addition to a laptop and a large monitor, was positioned adjacent to the glass wall that separated my area from Bennett’s main office area.
The blinds were currently closed, along with the door, so I didn’t know if he was in there or not.
I sat at the desk and called Mom.
“Hi, Sweetheart.Are you settled in at work?”
“I guess.What exactly is my job?”
“Didn't Bennett tell you?You’re his assistant.”
“Excuse me?”
I couldn’t have heard that right…
CHAPTER THREE
“You wantme to spend my summer fetching coffee for Bennett?”I asked in disbelief.
“Of course not.You’re not his secretary; you’re his assistant.It’s a much higher-paid position.”
While I liked the idea of more money, I knew better than to fall for her trap.
“Mmm-hmm.Why am I really here, Mom?”
“Because he needs your help.”
“And I’m betting there are at least a dozen more qualified people to help him.Why me?”
“First, because you’ve already proven you’re qualified.We saw the analysis reports you finished, Wrenly.It would have taken someone else twice as long.You’re smarter than you realize.”
She sounded like Bennett.
