Selling myself to Emiliano Sanchez? Not on my bucket list this year.
And yet—here I was.
Playing cool when I was actually terrified out of my mind.
"Please?"
My voice echoed through his office.
Given his personality-
I would have experienced more of a hole in the ground with roaches and humidity problems.
But it was actually a nice large room with a window wall offering the view over the whole city.
Tidy and simply decorated.
Smelling of fresh coffee and warm typed paper instead of decaying bodies.
"You're asking me to house and feed you. And you want to trade Killian's secrets for that?"
"Yes."
He smiled softly.
Sitting in the wooden chair, he should have looked like an old man- given the outdated glasses and the scars around the eyes.
But-
The way the Armani suit hugged his fit figure,
His hair being tight in a loose ponytail, couple of strands straying away on his cheeks,
His long fingers playing with the pen as he amused himself with my present,
