IZZY'S POV
I stared at the contract again while Clinton sipped his coffee like this was a completely normal conversation.
It was not.
Nothing about this building felt normal.
Especially not the salary.
I looked up from the papers.
"This amount is slightly concerning."
Clinton grinned.
"That’s usually people’s favorite part."
"I feel like I should be investigated."
"That can be arranged."
I stared at him.
He laughed.
Definitely the least intimidating person I’d met since arriving here.
Which honestly made me relax a little.
A little.
I flipped through the pages again more carefully this time.
Training programs.
Work schedule.
Benefits.
Housing.
I paused.
"…Housing?"
Clinton nodded.
"Employees working directly under the culinary branch usually stay in company apartmen
