Project: Killer (Project Series Book 1) Read Free

could actually get away with swearing in the office. He said fuck like it was going out of style. His vocabulary included more swear words than it did regular words.
    “Yes, okay. As in, I will have the papers to you as soon as I can get online.” My voice was monotone as it always was. I would never give him the satisfaction of knowing every word that came from his mouth made me want to barf into the nearest trash can.
    “Good, because I have something else for you to do when you bring the papers in.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me as he leaned over my desk and into my personal space. Remember why you’re doing this, Maggie. Remember. I had to repeat this to myself every day, at least three times daily. It was the only thing that stopped me from running for the hills, from running out of this place and never turning the fuck around.
    “Great,” I whispered to myself, turning on my computer as he walked away. I watched the screen light up as my thoughts drifted to my family and everything they had done for me. My parents had paid for my college tuition. I was more than grateful since they didn’t have much. My father held a good job, but the way the world was nowadays made going to college almost impossible. Only the richest or smartest people were accepted into schools. The fact I was wasting a degree in Pharmaceutical Studies by working for someone like Roger didn’t sit well with them. They wanted to see me do something with my life. Working a desk job wasn’t bettering the community or my own life.
    As my computer booted up, I watched Kandace a couple of desks down from me flirting with one of the new hires. I smiled sincerely at her ballsy attitude. She had balls—hell, I think she had bigger balls than most of the men who worked in this place.
    Her eyes met mine as I watched her work her moves. She was a natural flirt, a social butterfly most would say. She batted her eyelashes and flashed him a smile before stepping away from his desk and sashaying her way over to me.
    “You’re still taking orders from that asshat in a suit…” Kandace giggled softly, leaning her ass against my desk.
    “If you mean the asshat who’s my boss, then yes, of course, I’m listening to him.” I typed my password into the computer and waited for my email to load.
    “A couple of people from the office and I are headed into the city tonight. We’re going to hit up one of those new clubs on the strip,” she added innocently. I knew where she was going with this. She had been bitching more than usual about my lack of being a wing woman. The thing was—I just wasn’t feeling it. Dating wasn’t my thing and sitting at a bar drinking away my sorrows wasn’t either.
    I would much rather be at home in my sweats, reading a book, and drinking a glass of wine… “I know what you’re getting at, Kandace, and the answer is the same as it was last week.” She frowned, a pout showing on her face.
    “You always say that. You always say you would rather have your nose stuck in a book, but since you never go out, how would you know what is fun and what isn’t?” She was questioning me, attempting to find a flaw in my excuse. Anything to get me to leave the confines of my home.
    “Very funny, Kandace, but I know your methods of persuasion, and since I don’t swing that way, it’s not going to work...” Her pout turned into a cheesy smile.
    “Well, I tried. Doesn’t matter anyway. You’re coming out tonight even if I have to come to your house and get you myself.” She glared at me, and it was in that glare I knew she was serious.
    Fuck. She wasn’t kidding. She would come and get me. I pondered on the actual thought of going out for a moment as I skimmed the emails in my inbox.
    “We’ll see, Kandace. There isn’t any guarantee though.”
    “There is always a guarantee with Kandace. I’ll see you at eight, whore.” Then she was up and walking back to her own desk, and I was staring at an email that had just popped