My boss took me to Chicago for work, and that night, there was only one room left with a king-size bed. I thought sleeping next to her was the problem… until three in the morning, when she confessed she hadn’t chosen me for my talent, but because I was the only one who still didn’t know I was being used.
“Don’t look for heroes in this story.” The doorknob rattled again. Victoria turned off the lamp and pulled me into the bathroom. Her hand was cold, but firm. She closed the door silently and shoved a towel under the crack, as if that could stop the men in the hallway. “Listen to me carefully, Ian,”…
