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On the Job

Paige

I tapped my foot on the tarmac in front of the private jet and fiddled with my phone. I should’ve insisted on going with Tom, Morozov or no Morozov. Waiting here was like torture. I didn’t know what was happening to Tom, or the women, or anything. I didn’t even have anyone to goddamn talk to. If Tom didn’t make time in his schedule soon, I’d take myself to the shooting range to brush up. Maybe if Lauren and I went together, he’d trust her assessment of my skills. And it wouldn’t be bad to have someone living at the Haven who could use a gun.

My phone vibrated, and I tapped on the notification immediately.

A text from Tom: More women than expected. Gonna need a few trips with the cars.

I frowned and started typing out a response. I couldn’t even remember how many cars he’d rented anymore, but I needed to make sure we had room at the Haven. Before I could reply, he texted again.

Tom: And probably a few with the jet.

My mouth fell open.

Me: How many are there?

Tom: Thirty-two.

My s
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