Romance: The Betrayal: Romantic Suspense With A Bizarre Twist by Melody Hall Read Free Book Online Page A

Jamison.”  She paused at his door, but he looked up.  “Is working a Saturday not a possibility for you?”
     
    She was worried that he would snatch the job away, so she quickly shook her head.  “No, Saturday is great.  Thank you!”  She left his office and silently celebrated that things were looking up.  Tomorrow was a new day and she wouldn’t focus on everything she lost, but everything she was gaining.
     
    ***
     
    It wasn’t until she was home and in bed that she even thought about how she didn’t know what time she should be there.  She decided to just go in at eight o’clock and hope that that was fine with him.  She dressed in her dressier clothes and headed to the office. 
     
    When she got there, there was another car in the parking lot.  She parked and went up to the door.  As she walked through the offices, she noticed that the once bustling of a mailroom, was deafly quiet.  She glanced around the room and then went to the other part of the office. 
     
    She opened the door to find that it was also quiet.  She casually walked down the hallway, the only sound was the clicking of her black high heels.  She went to his door and saw him through the glass door, busy at his computer.  She knocked softly.  “Come in!” He called.  She entered, but he didn’t bother looking up.  “You’re late,” he mumbled, continuing to type away.
    “I…I’m really sorry.  We didn’t really…“
    He put up his hand and looked at her, “Don’t let it happen again.”
    “Yes, sir,” she mumbled.
    He stood up and walked around the desk, glancing over her outfit and causing her to feel awkward.  “You also don’t have to be so dressed up, unless we have a meeting.”  She glanced down at her outfit and frowned, but didn’t say anything. 
     
    “Follow me,” he ordered.  They left the office and headed back down the hallway.  He pushed a door open and they entered, bringing her into another office.  “This is your office.  You can decorate as you please, but don’t get too caught up in it.  You will do a lot of work in my office and be expected to do whatever I ask of you.”  He hesitated, a heated stare appeared.  “Whatever I ask you.  Understand?”
     
    She took a step back from him.  She felt a strange sensation as he spoke to her.  It was like he was cutting to her core and she couldn’t understand what was happening.  “Yes, I understand,” she spoke, but she wasn’t sure if she really did.
    “Perfect.”  He leaned over the phone and pressed a button.  “When you need to talk to me, press this button.  It will buzz and inform me that you are calling me. 
     
    When I call you, you will hear a buzz and you answer by pressing this button.”  He looked at her, shifting to stare into her eyes.  “Do you need to take notes?”
    She nearly laughed, then shook her head.  “I think I have it, but thanks.”
    She couldn’t help but notice how his demeanor was different from the interview.  He was belittling and acting like he was better than her.  She felt like a child he was training to ride a bike or use the restroom. 
     
    It was a different phase that she wasn’t expecting.  “Suit yourself.”  He shrugged, heading out the door.  “Get comfortable with the office and I will get with you soon.”
    “Thank you,” she mumbled, walking around the desk and sinking down in the chair.  She felt out of her element and hoped that it was just nerves, because she was already hooked into the job. 
     
    The money would be more than enough to keep herself in the apartment.  She started messing with the computer, getting a feel of the drawers in her desk, and swiveling in her chair, when she heard the phone buzzing at her.
     
    She stopped what she was doing and stared at the phone.  She pressed the button that he showed her.  “Y…yes?”
    “Jamison, come to my office,” he ordered.  His voice was almost gruff.
    “Yes…” she started to say,