Of all the misfortunes Laura could imagine for herself, working for Aaron Yu topped the list. The Devil himself, as far as she was concerned. Just her luck. Out of every possible person her parents could have handed her over to, it had to be him.
She still couldn't believe it.
Her dad, ever the quiet mechanic, had sprung the news on her just last night over a greasy dinner table. Apparently, Aaron had rolled into his auto garage like some VIP from a drama series—dark sunglasses, flashy car. While they worked on his car, her dad had the audacity to ask if there was a spot in his company for his "firstborn daughter."
And the devil agreed.
She was stunned silent. Not because she didn't know how connections worked—oh, she did—but because it was Aaron Yu. The same man who was blackmailing Claire. The same man who looked at people like they were puzzles he could take apart, pawns in his game.
