“I’m sorry, no comment.” With that, she started to walk away again.
“Cormac was your fiancé, wasn’t he?” Jareth’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
Niamh clenched her fists. How did he know that? Did Cormac tell him?
In fact, Cormac had told him, and with a sense of pride, as if he were showing off a trophy.
“And Rhoslyn is your sister?” Jareth continued.
Niamh felt like her lungs would burst. She spun around. “Mr. Bragg, did you run a background check on me? We have no history, no reason for you to do this. Why are you investigating me? What do you want?”
She was just a janitor. Why was Jareth so obsessed with her? Was it all because of the fifty-thousand-dollar debt?
Jareth himself didn’t know what had come over him these past two days. Ever since he saw her in the elevator, he’d felt a strange compulsion to provoke her.
“Niamh, don’t flatter yourself and think I’m interested in you,” he said coolly. “I’m simply getting to know my employees. I can’t have one bad apple spoiling the whole barrel.”
Niamh rolled her eyes.
“Mr. Bragg, since you already know the answers, does that mean my debt is now down to forty-seven thousand?” she asked, trying to seize the opportunity.
Jareth actually chuckled. “In your dreams.”
“But you said it would be a three-thousand-dollar deduction!” she protested.
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