Wolfe’s den(4)

“What’s the name?” she asked, as though she thought I was making it up.

“Wolfe’s Den,” I answered reluctantly.

“Oh, I’ll look it up and call you later. Maybe your father and I could go visit and see you working there. Please tell me you’re not going to be someone servant or maid or something. Don’t embarrass us like that!” she bitched.

“Calm down, I wouldn’t embarrass you like that,” I responded.

“That’s hard to believe,” she remarked in disbelief.

“I haven’t interviewed yet. I’m on my way there right now,” I sighed; she never listened to me.

“Fine, call me once you get the job,” she said before hanging up again. Chloe just stood there with her mouth hanging open.

“Does she always talk to you so insolently,” she asked completely offended, like I shouldn’t be disrespected by my mom. She shook her head and looked back down at her phone.

“Yeah, well they weren’t always loving parents,” I said with a bit resentment.

“Mr. Grey wouldn’t approve of them,” she admitted.

“Well it doesn’t matter, does it?” I was starting to not like this Mr. Grey. He was sounding like a tyrant. They all did his bidding, his photo was hidden from sight, and he wouldn’t care for my shitty parents. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but I haven’t even seen him yet.

“It will to him. We take family very seriously since we lost our parents ten years ago.” After that little detail my anger subsided. It seemed he had a heart after all.

Miss Grey waited impatiently for me to finish, tapping her high heel while she went back to working on her phone. It took about twenty minutes for me to get everything I needed before we left my apartment. I opened the door, and Gage immediately took the luggage from me. It had to weigh almost a hundred pounds, but he picked it up as though it was as light as a feather. Damn, I felt like a weakling next to these two specimens of perfection.

He escorted both of us into the limo before loading my stuff into the trunk. The driver who was almost as large as this Gage character didn’t greet me either, both of them were acting as if they were not allowed to talk to me, which I found really weird. I hoped they weren’t a culture that refused to acknowledge women that weren’t related to them.

I know that it was foolish to get in the limo with them, but they knew about my call and my personal information so they must be legit. Or maybe I let all that sodium get to my head. Even though Gage made me uncomfortable, I wasn’t afraid of him. In fact, he made me feel secure in his presence. He reminded me of my parent’s iron gates at the front of their mansion, strong, protective, and silent.

“Are you hungry? The drive will be about five hours, and we woke you up. We can stop somewhere for you,” she asked. I blushed because I didn’t have any money, and it didn’t take long for her to figure out my discomfort.

“The Grey Company will be handling all of your expenses for now on,” she said, patting my knee.

“I can’t believe this is how you treat your future employees?!” I said aloud.

“Are we doing something wrong?” she asked looking at me with a tilted head and scrunched brow like she was afraid she offended me. I was starting to think I was living in a dream; then again, I hadn’t dreamed of anything but my imaginary lover in a very long time.

“No, it’s just too much,” I sighed, resigning myself to their ways.

“We do what Mr. Grey asks. He listened to your voicemail and told us to bring you to the Den.” She sounded as though she had nefarious designs on me. It was silly, considering I called my parents in front of her for safety sake.

“Will I be meeting Mr. Grey?” I was very intrigued to meet him even though he was sounding like a bossy tyrant. Generally, I would be intimidated by a man like him, but I couldn’t wait to see what he looked like.

“Yes, but he will not be back until tomorrow. He’s out of town at the moment. We’ll get everything set up for you.”

“I’m kind of hungry,” I lied. I was starving. We stopped off at Wendy’s, and I got a salad. It was so fresh, and I totally needed it. It was awkward eating in front of her while she just sat there, but she informed me that she already ate before they picked me up.

She was constantly on her phone, texting and looking at emails. Suddenly she huffed, then said, “The boss would like to talk to you.” She handed me the phone which I shakily took from her.

“Hello, Mr. Grey,” I murmured nervously. I waited for a response, but there was nothing on the other end, so I said, “Sir?”