Deviant Agendas: Book 1 of the V-Files

The moment Natalie left, Armond shed his corporate façade, cocked his head and began to slowly examine Victoria from head to toe. In fact, he had the cojones to walk all the way around her in a slow circle, quietly clucking and looking her over. When he finished his slow tour, a grin crept across his sharply chiseled face, and he nodded in approval.

“Victoria, let’s be blunt, shall we? I’ve heard good things about you, and my own digging turned up nothing untoward. Assuming you are of the quality you’ve led everyone to believe, I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to ensure that you do well.” Victoria took a breath and was about to thank Armond but he held up a cautionary and well-manicured finger signaling for her to remain quiet. “I suggest you let me finish, my pet, before you say something you’ll regret. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. There is one reason, and one reason alone that I will make sure you do well. And that reason, my dear Victoria, is that the named partners of this firm seem to think you have talent and have issued a mandate that you be put through your paces. They have big plans for you, Victoria. I thought about it and decided that the perfect way to better my situation is to oversee the new protégé. So don’t get the wrong idea and think that I care about you. It’s not the case. I intend to use you, my dear Victoria. Your tireless work ethic and your skills will springboard my reputation so I’ll be awarded the most shares among the partners. And if you ever bring up this conversation to anyone, I will deny it.”

After finishing his speech, Armond’s face lit up with a show-stopping grin as he began to circle around her once again, “Now, let’s talk about your outfit and where you got it? We may actually be able to shop together when you’re not busy slaving away for the good of the firm.”