CHAPTER 8- “Rule No. 1 & 2.”
Amelia Rose Smith.
“Of course,” I nodded, “You should be sure of these kind of stuffs.”
I was simply agreeing with him, but somehow he took that the wrong way because he sent me another glare. Oh, wow. I guess he likes me already.
I ignored the glare, and he continued.
Dropping the resume down, he intertwined his fingers, then carried on. “We have conducted our research on you, and I am not so pleased with what I saw.”
I won’t lie, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, as I thought of what exactly he must have found out about myself. I swallowed thickly, then hid the fear underneath a strong façade.
Then, he said. “We are not fond of those that have a habit of going to clubs and partying anyhow.”
“Excuse me, what?” The words escaped my lips bef
