Chapter 6. The Offer
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For a few seconds after Lucas Harrington made his offer, the office fell completely silent.
Lina Carter stood across from his desk, staring at him.
“Work for you?” she repeated slowly.
Lucas leaned back in his chair, his expression calm, almost amused by her reaction. The morning light streaming through the massive windows behind him cast a silver glow across the room, outlining the sharp angles of his face.
“Yes,” he said simply.
Lina studied him carefully.
Most powerful men made decisions like chess moves—carefully calculated and impossible to read at first glance.
Lucas Harrington did not seem like the type to make impulsive choices.
Which meant this offer had a reason.
“Why?” Lina asked.
Lucas rested one arm casually on the desk.
“You asked a question most reporters wouldn’t dare ask.”
“That doesn’t qualify me for employment.”
Lucas smiled faintly.
“No. But it qualifies you as someone interesting.”
Lina crossed her arms slightly.
“That’s not exactly a professional hiring standard.”
Lucas’s gray eyes held a quiet intensity as he watched her.
“You’re investigating my company.”
Lina didn’t deny it.
“That’s my job.”
“Exactly.”
Lucas leaned forward slightly.
“So instead of watching you dig around from a distance…”
He paused briefly.
“…I’d rather have you where I can see what you’re doing.”
Lina raised an eyebrow.
“So this is surveillance.”
“Observation.”
“Sounds like the same thing.”
Lucas’s smile widened slightly.
“You're suspicious.”
“You're a billionaire CEO offering a journalist a job.”
“That tends to raise questions.”
A small silence stretched between them.
Lina walked slowly toward the window, looking out over the city below.
From this height, everything looked small.
Orderly.
Controlled.
But she knew better.
Powerful systems always looked perfect from the outside.
The truth was usually buried somewhere deeper.
After a moment, she turned back toward him.
“What exactly would I be doing?”
Lucas clasped his hands together.
“You’d work directly with me.”
Lina waited.
“As my executive research assistant.”
Her brow furrowed slightly.
“That sounds vague.”
“It’s meant to be flexible.”
Lucas stood from his chair and walked toward the window beside her.
Up close, Lina noticed again how tall he was. The quiet strength in his posture, the calm confidence in the way he moved.
Everything about him suggested control.
Lucas looked out over the city before speaking again.
“My job involves constant decision-making,” he said.
“Market expansions. Acquisitions. Safety policies. Internal investigations.”
He turned toward her slightly.
“I need someone who can research information quickly and ask difficult questions.”
Lina tilted her head.
“You have entire departments for that.”
“Yes.”
“But those departments tend to tell me what they think I want to hear.”
His voice had grown slightly quieter.
“I prefer someone who isn’t afraid to challenge me.”
Lina studied him carefully.
“You think that’s me?”
Lucas met her gaze.
“You challenged me in a room full of investors.”
“Because it was the right question.”
Lucas shrugged slightly.
“That’s exactly my point.”
Another silence settled between them.
Then Lina asked quietly,
“And what do you get out of this?”
Lucas didn’t hesitate.
“You.”
Lina blinked.
Lucas clarified calmly.
“Your perspective.”
His eyes sharpened slightly.
“Someone who clearly doesn’t trust the company I run.”
Lina gave a small smile.
“That’s honest.”
“I prefer honesty.”
Lucas walked back to his desk and picked up a tablet.
“Your position would be temporary.”
“How temporary?”
“Three months.”
Lina considered that.
Three months inside Harrington Industries.
Three months of access to internal systems.
Three months of proximity to the man connected to the company she had been investigating for ten years.
It was almost too perfect.
But perfect opportunities usually came with hidden costs.
“What’s the catch?” she asked.
Lucas looked mildly amused.
“You assume there is one.”
“There’s always one.”
Lucas placed the tablet back on the desk.
“The only condition is simple.”
Lina waited.
“If you discover anything concerning about Harrington Industries during your research…”
His gray eyes held hers firmly.
“You bring it to me first.”
The words hung in the air between them.
Lina felt a small ripple of tension move through her chest.
That condition mattered.
Because if she uncovered the truth about the explosion—
She would be expected to tell Lucas before anyone else.
But that might be exactly what she needed.
Access.
Trust.
Opportunity.
Lina walked slowly back toward the desk.
“You’re very confident.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
“In what sense?”
“In letting a journalist inside your company.”
Lucas’s expression remained calm.
“If there’s nothing to hide…”
He spread his hands slightly.
“…then there’s nothing to fear.”
Lina watched him carefully.
People who believed that were either extremely honest—
Or extremely unaware.
And she wasn’t sure which Lucas Harrington was.
“Alright,” she said finally.
Lucas’s eyebrow lifted slightly.
“You’re accepting?”
“For now.”
Lucas studied her for a moment longer.
“Most reporters would hesitate.”
“I’m not most reporters.”
“I’ve noticed.”
He pressed a button on the desk.
A moment later, Claire Morgan appeared in the doorway.
“Yes, Mr. Harrington?”
Lucas nodded toward Lina.
“Prepare a temporary research contract for Ms. Carter.”
Claire’s eyes flickered briefly toward Lina in mild surprise.
“Of course.”
Lucas added,
“She’ll be working directly with me.”
Claire nodded again.
“I’ll have the paperwork ready shortly.”
She disappeared again.
Lina looked back at Lucas.
“You move quickly.”
Lucas sat down again.
“I don’t like wasting time.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Lucas said casually,
“Tell me something, Ms. Carter.”
“What?”
“What made you become an investigative journalist?”
Lina hesitated slightly.
That question was closer to the truth than he realized.
But she wasn’t ready to reveal anything yet.
“Curiosity,” she said simply.
Lucas watched her carefully.
“That’s a vague answer.”
“So was your job description.”
Lucas chuckled quietly.
“Fair.”
He stood again.
“Come with me.”
Lina frowned slightly.
“Where?”
“If you’re going to work here…”
Lucas walked toward the office door.
“…you should see the place.”
Lina followed him into the hallway.
Employees passing by immediately straightened when they saw Lucas.
Several greeted him respectfully.
“Good morning, Mr. Harrington.”
“Morning.”
Lucas nodded calmly to each of them as he walked.
Lina noticed the way people reacted to him.
Respect.
Focus.
A hint of intimidation.
He clearly commanded the building without ever raising his voice.
They stepped into the private elevator again.
As the doors closed, Lina spoke.
“Do you normally hire reporters like this?”
Lucas glanced at her.
“No.”
“Then why me?”
Lucas thought for a moment.
Then he answered honestly.
“You’re the first reporter who looked at me last night like I might actually answer the question.”
Lina blinked slightly.
“That’s unusual?”
“Most journalists expect corporate excuses.”
“And you?”
Lucas’s expression became thoughtful.
“I was curious to see what you’d do if I didn’t give you one.”
The elevator doors opened onto another floor.
A large open workspace stretched out before them.
Rows of desks.
Glass meeting rooms.
Large digital screens displaying company data.
“This is where most of our strategy teams operate,” Lucas said.
Lina slowly looked around.
The energy of the place was intense.
People moved quickly between desks and meeting rooms, discussing reports and numbers.
It felt like the brain of a giant machine.
Lucas gestured toward a glass office near the far side of the room.
“That will be yours.”
Lina walked toward it slowly.
The office was simple but elegant.
A large desk.
A comfortable chair.
A computer terminal connected to the company network.
And a clear view directly toward Lucas’s private elevator.
She turned toward him.
“You’re placing me very close to your operations.”
Lucas shrugged slightly.
“You’ll need access.”
“And if I ask questions people don’t like?”
Lucas met her gaze calmly.
“Then they’ll answer them anyway.”
Lina studied him carefully.
Lucas Harrington either had incredible confidence in his company—
Or he had no idea what she was really searching for.
And right now, Lina couldn’t tell which possibility was more dangerous.
Lucas glanced toward the office.
“Welcome to Harrington Industries, Ms. Carter.”
Lina stepped inside the room slowly.
Her fingers brushed lightly against the desk surface.
Ten years of questions had brought her here.
Inside the very company connected to her father’s death.
She turned back toward Lucas.
Their eyes met again.
For a brief moment, something unspoken passed between them.
Two people standing on opposite sides of a truth neither of them fully understood yet.
Lucas broke the silence.
“Your access credentials will be ready this afternoon.”
Lina nodded.
“And my first assignment?”
Lucas smiled faintly.
“Start learning how the company works.”
He turned toward the elevator again.
“But be careful what you look for, Ms. Carter.”
Lina raised an eyebrow.
“Why?”
Lucas paused at the elevator door.
Then he looked back at her.
“Because sometimes…”
His gray eyes sharpened slightly.
“…the truth you’re chasing ends up being more complicated than you expected.”
The elevator doors closed behind him.
Lina stood alone in the office.
Slowly, she looked around the room again.
Computers.
Files.
Company networks.
Information.
Secrets.
Everything she needed to begin her investigation.
Her hand slipped into her bag, pulling out the small photograph she carried everywhere.
Her father’s face looked back at her from the faded image.
Lina’s voice was barely a whisper.
“I’m inside now.”
And somewhere deep inside the Harrington industries
The truth was waiting.
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