Chapter 1

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Rebecca~

   "This is where we'll plant the fake bomb. It'll get the army off our backs for a while. All we need to do is just lay low until then. It was a pleasure doing business with you gentlemen."
   
     'What the hell is Mr.White saying?!?'  I couldn't believe what  I was hearing from my boss. I continued typing away on my computer acting oblivious to the call conference.
  I am the executive assistant of the CEO in this company Whitehall Enterprises. 
  I've been working here for three years and not once have I heard Mr.White take about bombs. This is nuts! I got up from my desk and rambled off some excuse to Mr.White about needing a break and quickly ran for the nearest restroom.

I locked myself in and tried to control my breathing. 'Okay Rebecca nothing major. Your boss just talked about planting a fake bomb. Which means there's a real bomb somewhere. HOLY SHIT!! My boss is a sociopath!! Breath Rebecca. Breath dammit'

After taking several breaths after the mini break down I walked out the restroom and barreled into a wall of muscle head first then landed flat on my ass.
  "Son of a..... ow."
   "Oh crap. I'm sorry. Here let me help." I looked up from spot on the floor to see two pair of eyes staring back at me.
   "Um...you wanna stay on the floor all day or do you want some help?"
   'Rude jackass.' I got up and brush off my clothes. I looked up at the stangers that dwarfed me, and that's saying something I'm 5'6. I barely come up to there chest.
  "Good evening. I'm Ryan and this is my bestfriend Conner. We're looking for Rebecca Knight" he said.
   "You're looking at her." I replied
   "Well great! We were looking for you because someone said that you're the one that suppose to escort us to the CEO office."
   "I'm sorry. You are Conner Savage and Ryan Atwood?" I asked looking between them.
   "Yes we are." Conner answered.
    "Oh alright. Right this way please."
   
  I began walking towards Mr.White office feeling a pair of eyes on my ass. Looks like there's a couple of horny dogs on my hands.

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