"What did you say? Don't make accusations because you could end up in a hole of your own making, Mr. Levy."
I couldn't go on with this. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. One thing was for sure: there was no one among them that I could trust to be right. If Mr. Levy knew everything clearly, didn't that mean he was also at the crime scene? Why would he be at the scene? Did he also have a hand in my death in the dream?
A dream... yes, it was just a dream. Even though their discussions were similar, don't get big-headed, Shenna! It was just a lullaby. If it wasn't a dream, how could I come back to life after dying?
Mr. Levy leaned closer to Gerald and seemed to whisper something I couldn't hear. Both of their faces looked tense, especially Gerald's. His hands were clenched tightly, and he didn't seem to like what Mr. Levy said. What did he say to him?
"Is your business done? Did you find out what you wanted to know and tell your fiancé?" asked Mr. Levy, breaking my focus that was originally centered on Gerald. "If so, we'll leave now. Remember, we still have important business and can't afford to waste time."
Again, I just nodded, blindly following orders. Following Mr. Levy to the car, my brain still couldn't stop thinking about what happened a few days ago. If it wasn't a dream and they had really killed me, let's say I was dead, how could I wake up and make love to Mr. Levy? And if his accusations were true, why did he just let Gerald go? What did he say to him earlier?
"C-can I ask you something, sir?" I asked him, to which he only replied with a mumble. His focus was still on the road, and he didn't seem too interested in the subject I was going to bring up this time. "What were you talking about to Gerald earlier? Articles of sexual harassment and violence, murder, and what did you whisper to him?"
"So what? Do you feel like he did something to you?" He asked back without turning his face on me, and it made me feel like he'd shot me in the head.
"N-no."
"Just say it if you do. Don't you want to punish him and Dexton too?"
"Wh-what?"
Mr. Levy's face changed, but soon, the strangeness was gone, and all I saw was him as usual—cold and lacking empathy.
"I asked because I knew they were the ones who had bullied you. Don't ask me how I know all this. Anyone who enters our pack must provide their identity and reason for moving. I didn't get a chance to ask you directly, but no one didn't know what happened, right?"
Ah, right. His answer made sense, which meant I was overconfident in thinking he knew everything and was deliberately looking into it, though I wasn't sure for what purpose. I knew now that he had to dig up much information about me before accepting me as a pack member and personal assistant. Was that so?
About the dream... should I tell him?
"Don't sleep anymore because we've arrived. Let's go." He got out and there was no gentlemanly behavior on his part. He just walked away, leaving me struggling to get out of his cramped car. Was he trying to make fun of me for using his sports car to carry a girl with a body weight of two hundred pounds?
I followed his footsteps half-dead and gasped when I arrived in front of the main door that left me gaping. The mansion in front of me was said to be his personal property. He had long ago separated himself from his family with the excuse of being more independent, but I thought it must be because he had a habit of changing bedmates. A man like Mr. Levy couldn't possibly live without giving vent to his desires.
"I'll just get the key for us to get there. You wait here," he said, then went inside. Before long, there was a honk from the street, and when I turned around, Mr. Levy was driving a Buggy Car and motioned for me to get in. Hesitant, I got into the car and enjoyed the scenery along the way.
A short drive later, we arrived at the courtyard of a less imposing building. Again, he signaled me to get off while he picked up a few things he was carrying before following me.
"This is the pavilion you will be staying in starting today. Several pack guards will take turns throughout the day to ensure your safety. You'll be departing and returning to the office with me, but if I leave, there will be special guards with you everywhere, twenty-four hours a day."
"Th-this is too much, sir. I'm just a personal assistant, and this kind of treatment doesn't deserve me."
"Say what is appropriate?" he asked, eroding the distance between myself and him. His eagle-eyed gaze with hazel irises seemed to strip me bare right then and there. No, he couldn't possibly want that. He couldn't possibly be attracted to me. What happened that night was just a mistake. "I know there's a lot you're hiding, Ms. Foxx. Letting it out might ease your mind."
Whoo... what was with the atmosphere of this room? Why did it feel hot all of a sudden? Was Mr. Levy baiting me on purpose, or...
"What are you thinking? Do you think I'm tempting you to have sex? Don't think dirty. We have to finish everything today to work on other tasks."
Shit! What was wrong with your brain, Shenna? "Can I go back to the apartment for a while? I need to bring all my clothes and stuff, sir."
"You see that door at the other end? That's the walk-in closet, and I've got everything you need. If your things are in the apartment, I'll have some people check and bring the essentials. Now clean yourself up, and we'll have dinner with our important clients."
Don't tell me it's Dexton. Please don't...
"Is it a new client? I remember there are a few we haven't dealt with since your change in leadership," I said with a messy feeling that I couldn't control. If I ever met Dexton again, it would be a nightmare. After not seeing him for so long, in my dreams, he raped and killed me. That could come true, couldn't it?
"We've already solved that problem. My father will handle them with the help of some special employees. Leave that, we'll take care of something new. As well as the revenge plan," he said softly in the last sentence, and once again, I heard the soft voice coming out of someone's mouth. "Take it easy. It's not Dexton. This woman is the daughter of a rather famous businessman. Although a beta descendant, her wealth is quite fantastic. And it can be said she and Dexton are still related; it's just that many people don't expect that."
What connection was he referring to? Was it about his fiancée? If not, what exactly was the connection between Dexton and this woman?
"So what should I do?"
"As always, prepare yourself because what we're about to face could be the unexpected or the thing you're most afraid of. Anything can happen, Ms. Foxx and I don't want to work with people who are just a burden and a hassle."
... and that was exactly what happened. I was confused when I met that girl because she reminded me of someone. I felt like I was in a dimension where it was just me and that girl, staring at each other, and instantly, a feeling of uncertainty made me give up. I remained silent as the mediation took place, and the discussion about the land between Dexton's side, represented by one of his relatives, and the girl reached an impasse and would likely end up in court.
Mr. Levy sighed exasperatedly and turned to me when we were in the car.
"I'm sorry," I said regretfully. Never before had I experienced such a significant and repeated failure. Just because of a past trauma could crush and fling me so hard.
"I've never been this bad at handling a case. Are you seriously working on this, huh?!"
I shuddered at Mr. Levy's booming voice. He was obviously furious, and I wouldn't appease him with a mere apology.
"I-I'll get everything done, sir."
"How, huh? I want to know. Could a weak girl like you, who is trapped in trauma, solve a problem of this magnitude?"
No, I couldn't. I couldn't. But couldn't I try? "I'll try."
"How?"
"I-I..." Shit! I didn't have any plans. Should I go see that girl? Or Dexton? No, I didn't. No more Dexton, please. What if it wasn't a dream, and he was trying to take my life a second time? Or if it was a dream, what if it would be real?
"Do you still want to work? Do you still want to be in the Night Hunter Pack?" Please, sir... don't threaten me with expulsion. So far, only the Night Hunter Pack could accept a freak like me. I nodded with a hopeful look, and he continued with his jaw tight, "Then prove it. By all means, make things right, and I expect no trial unless you want to be punished for your poor performance. Meet Dexton and that woman. There can be no refusal."