Undercover (Hot Off The Press) Book 1 by C.T. Sloan Page B

than once. As the rest of the secretarial pool arrives for work, I get this hot feeling on the back of my neck. They are on to me. I think I am having a panic attack. I get up and run to the ladies room. That doesn’t help. There are about five girls in there already. So I go for a little walk around the fifteenth floor.
     
    After about ten minutes of wandering around, I make it back to my desk. There are a couple of e-mails for me to answer. I actually get down to doing some real work, which takes my mind off of my own paranoia. Just as I begin to get settled on the day, I spot my boss walking with two sharply dressed men. My boss looks over at my direction. She is looking directly at me. The men are looking at me, too. This is it. I put my head down and consider my options, which aren’t much. I spy a peek out of the corner of my eye and see the group walking right up to my desk.
     
    “Vanessa,” Ally says using my alter-ego name. I look up and see the two men looking down at me. I can tell right away that these are some very senior level people at the company. One guy is a classic “Silver Fox” with slicked back gray hair. The other man looks like his “muscle.” A beefy security looking guy. I can feel the blood vessels throbbing on the sides of my head.
     
    My boss looks at me and gestures towards the senior execs. “These two gentlemen would like to have a word with you.”
     
    My mouth opens but I can not even summon the strength to effort a word out of my mouth. The silver fox looks down at me and says, “Ally tells us that you like to come in here quite early.”
     
    “I am an early bird,” I say while the beefy guy looks over my desk.
     
    “Ally says you are a rather proficient worker,” he says as he looks at some of the other secretaries gossiping down the hall. “And you seem to keep to yourself.”
     
    “Yes, sir.”
     
    “Ally also tells me you have worked late. Sometimes after 10:00 p.m.,” the silver fox inquires. Oh fuck. Now, I know I am screwed. That’s when I do most of my snooping around. I am not sure they have footage of me wandering around the other floors of the office.
     
    “I really don’t have an explanation for that,” I say sadly.
     
    “I looked at your resume. You are new to Dallas. So you probably haven’t had time to sample the nightlife of the city.”
     
    “No,” I say quite perplexed.
     
    The two senior execs look at each other and nod up and down. The silver fox motions to the beefy guy who reaches into his wallet. “We want to move you up to the eighty-first floor and make you a part of Mr. Rex’s assistant staff,” the silver fox says. My eyes open wide. The beefy guy pulls out the legendary gold elevator pass, which allows me access to the top five floors of the Rex Building. The floors where Mr. Rex works on a daily basis. 
     
    The silver fox grabs my hand. I stand up in what seems like slow motion. I am handed the gold card. I look at the red bold lettering on the card: Restricted Access . The men begin to walk me to the elevators. “Working for Mr. Rex means you don’t work nine to five. That’s why we selected you. Since you seem to prefer long hours, you will feel at home at the eighty-first floor. You will be at the beck and call of the Senior Executive Staff of Rex Industries including Mr. Rex himself,” the silver fox says as the doors open to the elevator.
     
    The silver fox pulls out his gold card and presses it against a scanner. The top five elevator buttons are instantly illuminated. The senior exec presses the “81” button. The elevator car pulls us up into the sky, right into the inner sanctum of the T. Rex!
     
    The elevator stops and the doors open. Right away, I am hit with a sense that I am in a different world. As I step off of the elevator, I notice that the ceilings are much higher. The furniture is custom designed. The floor is made of marble. The walls are made of paneled oak. The staff is dressed in suits that