Chapter 95

Trevon was about to retort, "You're in no position to make demands," but something about the way she looked stopped him dead. He reluctantly backed down, "What is it?"

"I'll go along with this charade, but I'm not playing housewife—I'm getting a job," Madeline declared.

A frown creased Trevon's forehead. "What job could you possibly do with your skills? Greet people at a desk, or wait tables? Don't make me laugh, you'll just make me look bad."

Madeline bit back her frustration.

What then? She was itching to give him a piece of her mind.

She remained composed, "I have a degree from the Arts Academy. Do I look like someone who's just going to pour coffee?"

It was then Trevon remembered her background. She was not just any graduate—she had talent, a piece of art that had made waves.

He raised an eyebrow, "Fine, go work at Xystos Tech, in the art department."

"No way!"

Madeline rejected the idea outright.

She was already incognito, working for Skylandia, she was not about to bec