Chapter 14: Bruises

Anger colors my cheeks pink. How dare he imply I have an issue with being on time. I was early for my interview. He's never given me a chance to get here on time. Screw getting fired, this man is a total asshole. "What would Davis do if I didn't leave my apartment one morning? Would he come in and get me?" I ask with my arms crossed.

Vincent grunts as if it's not a terrible idea. "He'd do what he needed to get the job done."

"What does that mean?"

He hits the button on the elevator and the doors open. "It means don't test me, Ms. Marshal, or we'll both find out."

And then he's off. Not another word out of him as the doors close and the elevator rises. For a man concerned I left a driver sitting here until seven, it doesn't go unnoticed he didn't hold the elevator for me. The building itself has three elevator shafts, but I learned only one goes as high as Vincent's office floor and the two floors he uses as a personal residence. You can only access his office side with the spec