“That wraps up this interview. By the way, you’re hired.”
Still breathing hard, I turned my head to look over at Jeremiah Hamilton standing at a small coffee bar on one side of the office. His suit and dress pants were back in place, as impeccable as if nothing had just happened. The look on his face was probing and inquisitive, but I couldn’t tell what he thought to discover. I tried to feel shame, anger, outrage at my wanton actions and his taking advantage of my situation, but all I could come up with was a deep exhaustion and sense of security.
I am so screwed.
A hand at my elbow turned me gently, and a glass of water was pressed into my hands. “Go clean yourself up,” Jeremiah said as I took a sip of the cool liquid, his voice as soft as I’d yet heard. “I’ll make arrangements and we can leave once you’ve come back.”
My brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders so I thought perhaps I had missed something. “Arrangements for what?”
“You said you carry your passport with you?”
I blinked, back to being confused. An odd question. “Um, yes, I do?”
He nodded as if that answered everything. “Perfect. Then you’ll come with me today and can serve as my escort.”
I took another sip of the water, still baffled by the direction of this conversation. “Your escort where?”
“Paris. We leave in an hour.”