We sit in silence in the back of the car and make our way slowly into the downtown core, fighting with an onslaught of the usual traffic, which seems to be ever present in this city. I don’t seem to care this time; anything to put off the inevitable is fine by me.
Flicking lazily through the folder, I try to remember small details about the employees, but retain almost nothing.
“Are you alright?” Damien has his arm permanently wrapped around my waist and is constantly whispering softly in my ear with words of reassurance and encouragement. “You’re going to do just fine, babe.”
“I don’t know. This just isn’t me,” I respond, wincing as a dull ache starts to return to my leg. The anesthetic must be wearing off I guess. I open my loaned handbag to see what else I’ve been given, but see no painkillers in there. I pull out a wallet and see a driver’s license inside. The picture on it doesn’t even look much like me. There are some credit cards, as well as a picture of a young baby with big brown eyes and brown hair framing her face in large ringlets.
I flip back into my folder and turn to the page dedicated to information about myself. Apparently I have a child and her name is Elizabeth.
“As if I would ever call my child that,” I say with a frown.
“I don’t know, I kind of like it,” Damien responds, pulling the picture out of my fake wallet. “She has your eyes,” he teases with a swift kiss on my cheek.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here,” I mutter, seeing the raised eyebrow of the driver, before he pulls a phone out of his jacket and dials out.
“ETA, five minutes,” I hear him say before hanging up. Nerves fill my body and I feel physically nauseous with my task drawing closer and closer. How am I supposed to get the flash drive into his computer? I could come onto him like Miranda implied, but how am I supposed to be sexy with these damn crutches? At least I have the cover story of a meeting, but I don’t know anything about the oil and gas industry. I’m just going to sound stupid.
“Stop worrying,” Damien growls in my ear. “Or I will have to kiss you until that frown disappears.”
“I can’t even think about that right now. Where are you going anyway? Don’t you need a computer to hack into his?”
“Well yes, but I have my 16 core hyper-threaded 64 bit 5.8GHz model processor laptop with 192 gig-“
“Okay, okay, in English please, you big nerd.”
He grins at me and pulls a sleek, shiny laptop out of a bag, then puts it on his lap. “This fine piece of machinery can hack any password in fifteen minutes.”
“It doesn’t really look like much,” I say honestly. “I don’t know; I bet it couldn’t guess mine.”
“Babe, I hacked your password already, remember? I had to figure out your schedule.”
My jaw drops down and I punch him in the arm. “Don’t you ever hack me again!”
“I’m sorry, but it didn’t really take much skill. Princess3729 isn’t exactly hard. You have a princess sticker on your monitor and 2735 is the last four digits of your phone number.”
I shush him, nodding my head toward the driver. Damien rolls his eyes at me.
“For one, I don’t think he cares, and two, he knows nothing about computers. “
The driver shrugs his shoulders and smiles a large toothless grin back at Damien, who has eyes only on me.
“Oh,” I respond whilst playing with the hem of my dress nervously, especially now that I see we’ve stopped in front of the building.
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The Meeting
RomanceZoe's brought to a meeting with the pretext of having her help close a deal for the company. Little did she know that it would turn into a hot and steamy encounter with her soon to be new boss. But, he comes with a lot of baggage and he has a dark p...
