lower with ra

things in the elevator? It was

eads. I've never been so real with anyone in my life. I've told a million lies, but a little bit of com

Mr. King. "Here's her resume," he says. "You ca

let me take all my classes online-but my work experience was writing code for the gaming company where I currently work. At least, t

ave recommendations," he goes

help that Jackson King gazes at me like he knows

to start?" Lu

ice-not even the spread in Time Magazine when he was named "Man of the Year" for solving the world's credit card fraud problems. Nothing about him says "geek" at all, actually. With

an inscrutable mask. "What do

s job when I called him a deviant sociopath in the elevator. He probably just wants payback, and making

getting the job. Wh

ise. "You know, I don't th

looking angry. "Why no

o have waste

is job must be on the line if he can't fill this position. Not my prob

interview back in the elevator. So I

King commands, his deep

en he's stern. Like in the elevator, my body r

hat's ridiculous. He's still sitting, but there

y. And not just because of my hee

you a question, and

I rub my thumbnail with the pad of my index finge

s I said about you in the elevator-I

. He watches me with that cool a

ep a lid on it. "My knowledge of infosec is mainly practical. You won't see it on my resume, but I do know al

ake you to hack the

curve my lips. "That wou

don't you kno

that's silly. All infosec professionals probably know how to hack. Maybe it's a prerequisi

r been able to keep me out. Although my skills might b

nd that's why you won't see it on paper. But if, in theory, I wanted to

ve Ms. McDaniel, after the interview." He returns his attention to

the standard kinds of interview questions: Do I work well under pressure? On a team? Am I willing

g it obvious. He hasn't asked another question. What's he t

y questions for

s are interviewing

the other two men look to h

hing?" Probably a bit presumptuous,

e're interviewing

fixed, then," I quip, my v

follow me, I'll take you t

g as I stand, my cheeks still burning. Ducking my head,

me, his lips quirk

njoyed makin

.

ck

e short, fitted skirt. My wolf is still going nuts, snarling to get out. I've never let him get