Fractured Lies (MAC Security 1)

That made me as bad as he was.

“Good Luck,” she said in a sing song voice.

“Thanks.” I waved and rushed down the stairs.

Chapter Four

I pulled up in front of the large metal gates, pressed the button on the little speaker box and waited. Looking around outside the car while I waited, I noticed an eight-foot fence lined as far as I could see. It was the most secure place that I had ever seen.

“Yeah?” A voice boomed through the speaker.

I cleared my throat and leaned closer to the speaker box. “Hi, I’m Kaylee. I’m here for the interview.” I was proud that my voice hadn’t shaken once, my hands had started to shake half way there. I was glad it was only a twenty-minute drive, any longer and I would have had to pull over to get myself together.

The gates swung open and I drove through, a collection of cars were straight ahead so I parked next to them. There were SUV’s, Vans with company logos on the side and even an old clunker of a car circa nineteen eighties.

The place was huge. All the cars were parked outside a big warehouse; I could make out at least two other buildings further back. I squinted, trying to make out what they were. Houses?

The whole place was surrounded by woods, it reminded me of my dad. I shook that thought from my head as soon as it popped in. That was the last thing I needed to do, I’d spent too long in the past this morning. I needed to look to the future.

I swung my door open and jumped down, pulling my bag out with me. Swiveling on the spot I looked for some sort of sign as to where I was meant to go.

“Can I help?” I jumped, my hand flying to my chest.

“Crapstickles!” I spun round.

“Crap what?” I looked to the voice and did a double take.

Standing a couple of inches shorter than me, which is saying something because I was only five-foot-four, was a girl with lavender hair that sat in a side braid and eyes rimmed with black glasses. I instantly liked her, she gave off that welcome vibe. Her light brown eyes showed kindness and warmth.

“I’m here for an interview,” I squeaked.

She stood with her feet hip width apart, arms loose at her sides. Studying me from head to toe she tilted her head and looked into my eyes. She nodded her head after a couple of seconds then pointed to the end of the warehouse.

“I’ll take you in.”

I followed behind her, rushing to keep up with her quick pace. She turned the corner of the warehouse and pulled open what looked to be a heavy metal door.

“In here,” she said and waved her hand inside.

I stepped in cautiously, not knowing what I would find. Corey hadn’t told me anything about the place, I probably should have asked more about it.

I scanned the warehouse, to my right there was a table with six chairs round it and an open space in the middle covered with gym mats. We walked past the mats, then past two doors. The first one was open so I peeked in, a small kitchen with a sink and a coffee machine. I nodded to myself, that was a must.

Coffee.

“I’m Kitty by the way.”

“Kay,” I said to the back of her head.

The second door looked nothing like the others, made from some sort of steel with a small screen sat next to it.

She knocked on the third door then waited. I scanned the back part of the warehouse, several computer screens lined the wall opposite the doors, they were all attached to one keyboard. Next to it sat several gym machines.

“Come in,” a gruff voice said through the door.

Kitty opened the door and said, “Interview.” She waved me in and shut the door behind me.

I stood and waited for him to lift his head, my eyes roaming the room. The walls were off white with sun shining through a skylight in the middle of the ceiling. Photos scattered along the walls, all of them filled with people in uniform. A small couch sat in the corner and two desks opposite it.