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Chapter Ten | WorkXOffer

"How would you like to join us ____?" Arthur purred.

As the words left his mouth Gilbert, Antonio and Francis looked terrified.

Francis slammed his hands down on the table and barked "she will not!" in Arthur's face.

Arthur continued to act smug not even flinching at Francis's out roar.

"But you would ask her eventually, no?" He said, arching a grow. Gilbert looked pissed as hell and Sadik was more noticeably holding him back.

Gilbert escaped his grip and ducked past everyone to stand in front of me. Antonio left my side to face Arthur and Gilbert embraced me.

He was shaking.

Why?

I hugged him back and patted his back.

Something was going on and it was blatantly suspicious but it wasn't for me to interfere with, clearly, my new friends were in favor of keeping me far away from their business.

Their supposed investment company.

Investment in what.

"We could use an intern at the North Dakota location." He said, tapping his fingers on the table.

He looked into my eyes. His were devilish but alluring. He and his British accent and fancy attire wasn't even the most alluring one.

In the back was a sleepy looking man, the Greek One, Heracles. His hair looked tangled but it was silky smooth and chin length. He was on the paler side and his eyes were like magnets drawing me in.

I didn't want to be alone with that man.

I didn't feel any danger.

But somehow I feel I'd lose control of an impulse I've never felt.

Gilbert looked me in the eye, inches apart from me, still acting like a shield and snapped me out of my daze.

"Does she even seem like the kind of person we want?" Joan asked Arthur.

Arthur nodded and looked me up and down.

He noticed a scar on my upper arm. "Where is that scar from, may I ask."

I was kind of fed up at this point so instead, I snapped back "no you may not."

Elizabetta covered her mouth to hide a laugh and Joan looked surprised and amused.

The Danish man, Mathias was hollering in laughter.

"Ahahahahaha, man Arthur she doesn't take your bull." The Turkish man laughed.

Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis looked equally surprised as they were entertained.

"Pardon?"

"I think you heard me just fine."

"What's the sudden change in attitude?" He said, annoyance in his voice and evident on his face.

"My friends don't like your questions and I think it's rude you're persisting to interrogate me on matters that don't involve you especially scars from my past," I said as authoritatively as I could, standing with my back as straight as a board.

His eye twitched and his smile turned into one of annoyance.

Gilbert smirked at him and he almost lost it, he tensed up, balled his fists but quickly hid this and pretended to calm down, straightening his suit and sighing. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at me with curiosity.

"I don't doubt we'll meet again," he started, "I think your three friends will eventually let you invest in our business." his eyes flicked to the three men standing around me.