**** Alyssa ****
At 8 am, I report to Beta Jayvon, as requested, and his eyes glaze over the second he sees me. I guess he’s letting the dickwad boss-man know I’ve arrived. I’ve elected a knee-length navy pencil skirt and a cream blouse with threads of sparkly gold strips. I feel confident looking the part of a dutiful office assistant, even though I have no idea what they want me to do.
“Glad to see you arrived on time. I was a little concerned you might make a break for it when we didn’t have someone escort you.” He smiles at me as if pleased I passed his test, but I sense an undercurrent of nervous tension. Internally I cheered since I knew it wasn’t the right time yet.
“There doesn’t seem to be much point in running away, does there?” I reply calmly, not a hint of the bitter disapp
