“Let’s talk about the job.” He sat opposite me, spread his long legs out in front of him and stared.
Today marked the end of my one-month trial, I knew it had been coming but I hadn’t realized how fast it would go by.
“Okay.” I gulped.
“You’re doing a great job in the office.” He paused.
I waited for the but part. I knew it was coming.
“But…” Here it is.
“You’re good outside of the office as well.”
“I am?”
He nodded, bought his knees up and leaned forward.
“Look, I know you don’t have the training that we have but I think that’s a good thing.”
“It is?”
His fingers drummed on his knee. My eyes flicked down to them and they were tapping on a small rip that stretched out where his knee was bent. “I think that you’d be an asset to the team.”
“I don’t understand.” I shook my head and leaned forward, elbows on the desk, hands clutched in front of me.
“What don’t you understand?” He smiled.
I gripped my hands harder to keep still. I couldn’t concentrate when he smiled like that.
“Will I be working in the office?”
“Yes.” I furrowed my brows. “And out on jobs.”
“You want me to do both?” I asked with wide eyes.
There was no way that I’d be able to do what they did. They all had these super ninja skills, I’d watched them train in the warehouse and there was no way that I’d be able to do what they did.
Even Evan could do it. You wouldn’t have thought that a computer nerd could do half of the things that he did. But believe me, he was a ninja nerd.
I chuckled at that; ninja nerd.
“I’ve seen the surveillance photos you’ve taken, you have a natural talent for it.” He paused. “But I want you to be able to defend yourself in any situation that you could get caught in which means we’re upping your training and you need to take it seriously.”
“How would it work?”
“You’d be in the office two days a week and out on surveillance jobs the other three.”
“But who will answer the phone?”
“Really? That’s all you wanna say?” I stared at the phone and shrugged.
“We’ll divert the calls to our phones. Besides, how many times have you answered that phone in the last four weeks?”
“I don’t know, maybe twice?” I looked up at him.
“Exactly.” He leaned back in his seat.
“But that’s because they always call you on the cells,” I rolled my eyes. “What’s the point in having an office phone if you never use it?” I huffed and looked down at my hands. My knuckles were white with how hard I was gripping them.