The Hit Man
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Prologue
Don’t Judge a Book
I sat on the other side of Bill Covington’s huge antique desk with my head hung, while he sat expressionless staring at me with his fingers interlocked behind his neck.
He finally spoke and when he did, my blood pressure skyrocketed.
“It has been my experience that women who act in a juvenile manner such as you, need to be treated as such.”
“Excuse me?” I cautiously asked, looking up through my eyelashes.
“You heard me, if you are going to conduct yourself as a child, then you should be punished as one.”
“And just how do you plan on doing that?” I asked calmly through clenched teeth.
Without missing a beat he stated, “Go stand in the corner.”
“Like hell I will!” I screeched.
He leaned in and chuckled, “Well I could take my belt off and turn you over my knee, but we don’t know each other that well. Yet… I’m waiting.”
“Well you will be waiting until hell freezes over!” By now I was not only meeting his gaze—I was flat out challenging it.
Who the hell did this little twerp think that he was anyway?
He innocently eyed me. “I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that you don’t need this job and that you can make it on your own.”
I was shaking my head in agreement. If he thought I was going to go stand in the corner he had lost his mind.
“You’re right, you may be able to get by without this account. But by the time that I get done with you, you won’t be able to get a job anywhere in this town.”
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