Chloe’s POV
That got my attention. “And?”
“He won’t come near you again,” he said. “Not you. Not your sister.”
I searched his face, trying to see if this was another promise he would later break. “How?”
“That doesn’t matter,” he replied. “What matters is that it’s done.”
I looked away, my fingers twisting in the sheet. “And your wife?”
His silence stretched just a little too long.
“I’ll handle Margaret,” he said finally. “She won’t contact you. She won’t touch you.”
“You swear?”
He stepped closer. “I swear.”
I breathed out slowly. “And the job.”
A faint smile touched his lips. “You start next week. Headquarters. Your name will be on the list. No one will question it.”
I looked up at him then. “I don’t want favors.”
“You’ll work,” he said. “And you’ll be paid well.”
I nodded
