HARPER
After the paperwork was finalized, Mr Brown gave me a brief tour of the work area and introduced me to the team. About eighty percent of them weren't thrilled to see me, and the remaining twenty percent just faked a smile. It made my skin prickle. They didn't even know me or work with me, but they'd already decided they didn't like me.
Still, Mr Brown had reassured me I was in good hands. I chose to believe him. And since he was the one who hired me, they didn't have a choice.
"Work starts at nine sharp tomorrow," Mr Brown said. "Please don't be late."
"Thank you," I replied, managing a smile. "I won't disappoint you."
After saying goodbye, I turned to find Dominic standing at the entrance, staring a little too intently at a photo on the wall. It was just an abstract painting—nothing so special about it.
He didn't speak. Neither did I. Not until we were in the car and halfway home.
