Rapunzel Is Losing It (PRINCESS CROSSOVER #2) by Dilan Dyer EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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VICTOR
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six years ago
Whatever I had expected to step into, it hadn’t been a cotton
candy glittering Barbie fucking dream house. I’d never seen this much pink
in one room, and I’d barely made it past the doorstep. Even the damn
ceiling had been painted pink, with a pink glass chandelier dangling above
the entryway.
“What agency are you with?” the guy in the wrinkle-free gray suit
asked, tapping his finger against a tablet. I should have looked at him to
give my eyes a break from the pink onslaught, but the whole place was a
train wreck. Not even just the color. But this was a nice house. An old
house. And that antique-looking side table had to be even older than the
house. Some French general was rolling over in his grave, knowing his desk
was now decked out with a glittering pink vase overflowing with pink
ruffled flowers. Tasteless.
“No agency,” I finally answered, dragging my eyes away, “I’m
freelancing.”
“I’m sorry but I’ll have to ask you to leave. Everyone who walks
through this door has undergone extensive background checks.”
I blinked at the man and his receding hairline, then at the door that was
firmly shut behind me. I had walked through without a hitch. No wonder
this girl needed to beef up her security.
Before I had to phrase a response, the door behind the man opened. An
old guy with a sweater vest under his suit jacket, built like an inflatablenoodle-man, walked out. He was closely followed by a young blonde, clad
in a shimmery blouse and a fucking pink mini skirt. She was tall, but not
spindly like the noodle man. The only long things about her were her hair
and her legs.
Cordelia Montgomery.
Better at hiding in plain sight than any spy, and exactly the woman I had
to talk to. “Thank you, we’ll call you when we’ve made a decision,” she
told the noodle man, all the warmth of a rose-colored glacier in her voice.
As the dismissed guy shuffled past me, Cordelia’s cool blue eyes landed on
me. She didn’t say anything yet, her gaze traveling up and down my body. I
was used to being assessed. People usually tried to kick the shit out of me
afterwards though. Cordelia just shook her head.
“I’m Victor. I’m here to interview for the-”
“Sorry to have wasted your time, Victor,” she cut me off, “but you’re
not getting this job.”
“Has the position already been filled?” I asked, raising my brows at the
noodle man exiting the pink nightmare house. If he was anyone’s security
detail, they were lucky to still be alive.
“No, you’re just not the right fit.”
I couldn’t leave. Not getting this job wasn’t an option unless I wanted to
die, either by my uncle’s hands or the freezing cold. This was one of the
few places in Boston where neith
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