Krystal’s POV
It was the smell of sharp cologne, sparkling glass and newly stewed ambition. It was Monday morning and the city looked at me in the way it tried to eat me up, but I entered the Christian Holdings building with my back straight and my head held up. I was in sleek black dress with my hair pulled together in a no nonsense pony tail and I felt the part: an efficient personal assistant to the cold billionaire CEO.
Behind it all I was a ticking bomb.
Colt had arranged everything. I did not get the job through a resume, an interview or a permission of the HR. A phone call, and it seemed that I was all of a sudden on payroll. They all thought I was just another pretty face trailing behind him with a notepad and a schedule. What they were unaware of was that I wanted blood. I was
