Soon John, Logan, Dylan, and Jax all join in thanking me.
Even Bear grunts a thanks.
“Five o’clock in my office,” Walker says above the rest of them.
I nod and all but shoot out of the room. I can do this. There’s a part of me that really doesn’t want to do it, but I know I can. I don’t have any plans for where I’m going or what I’m going to do next, but I know I can’t stay here.
I work the rest of the day catching up on things. I usually talk to Samantha and the guys when they come out of the conference room, but today I keep my head down as if whatever I’m working on is the most important thing I’ve ever done.
It’s pretty safe to say a lot of the things I work on are very important and confidential. When I came to work for Walker, I thought I was applying for a manager’s job at the Distillery; at least that’s the ad I answered. I went through three interviews before I was requested to be interviewed at this office. I thought they were being very thorough and didn’t think any more of it.
But then I got here. I had to go through screenings and metal detectors to just get inside the door. I started to realize that this was more than just a management job I was interviewing for.
I lean back in my chair, remembering the first time I met Walker. He met me at the door, and safe to say I’ve never met a man like him before in my life. He looked as if he spent all his time in the gym. However, not two minutes into the interview, I knew he was really smart too by the questions he asked. I discovered that he owns the Whiskey Run Distillery, a few random businesses, apartments, and random empty lots. Along with this place.
This is a big warehouse-type building that on the outside looks almost deserted except for the big fencing and guards outside. It’s on a side road on the expanse of highway between downtown Whiskey Run and Jasper. “Uh, what is this place?” I’d asked him, completely curious.
He tilted his head with a smirk before shoving an NDA form across the desk for me to sign. Basically, it was a piece of paper that said anything that was said here would be kept to myself. I signed it, and from that point on, my whole life changed.
He then went on to tell me what the Ghost team does here. They’re mercenaries that save people. That’s how he explained it, but now, five years later, I know they do more than just that. Walker owns the company and does most of the recruiting. He very seldom goes on missions except I recall one time when he went to get Bear. After that mission, Bear came to work here. Nash is the commander and runs most of the missions. Dylan is the tech guy, Logan used to be a doctor, Aiden is a pilot, and I could go on. It seems all the guys have a specialty or two.
I guess Walker had already performed a background, criminal, and credit check on me. He knew things about me that some of my closest friends still don’t know. He informed me that the Distillery manager position had been filled but that he had another position he could use me in.
Instantly, my thoughts went south. How could they not when I was sitting in front of the hottest guy I’d ever seen? But obviously, he wasn’t thinking the same thing. Anyway, he gave me an opportunity to be a part of something great, and I jumped on it. He wanted to hire me as his personal assistant, and ever since that day everything has been on the up and up. He’s never once made me feel uncomfortable. He pays me well, way more than he probably should, actually. He’s a good boss, and he respects all the people that work for him. It’s a dream job really. If only I could forget about my attraction to him.
It’s gotten worse through the years, but it was okay because I could work close to him every day. He never had women around, and if he dated, no one ever mentioned it in the office. I had free rein of his house, sometimes even working there. So I was content with it all... at least until Samantha came to work here. Their closeness, her beauty – well, it’s just all too much. I’m miserable, and I can’t do it anymore. So first, I signed up on a dating app and have my first date tonight. Second, I’m turning in my notice. I’ll never find a job that gives me anything like I’ve found here, but I don’t have a choice. I have to move on.