Chapter 15 Fifteen
Salvatore had never had a problem with blood.
It didn’t disturb him. It didn’t make him uncomfortable.
If anything… it made things he enjoyed the sight of it..
People lied. Faces lied. Words lied.
But blood?
Blood told the truth every single time.
It showed what had been done. It showed how far things had gone. And how a person feels during their last moment..
To him the more a person bleeds the more the truth reveals itself through their eyes.
That was why he paid attention to actions, not words.
And Mira Voss had been full of action since the moment she stepped into his house.
None of them is normal.
He stood by his desk, one hand resting lightly against the wood, his mind still replaying what happened a few minutes ago.
The whiskey.
The way it had soaked into her clothes.
He had done it for a reason.
Everything he did had a reason.
He had expected her to react. To see what she was hiding under that polite mask she wore very well.
Most people whenever they met him always had the same expression on their face.
Anger.Fear. Disgust
But Mira… she had none.
Either she was as innocent as she looks or very good at hiding.
Even when he had spilled the drink on her. He could see the body tighten. Her eyes had flashed hot with anger. But the next minute it all disappeared.
She had stood there, soaked, angry… and still keeping herself in control. Watching him just as carefully as he was watching her.
And that was the problem for him.
A soft knock came at the door.
“Enter.”
Antonio stepped in, closing the door behind him.
“She’s outside,” he said.
Salvatore stood where he was his expression unreadable “Did she wear it?”
Antonio nodded once. “Yes.”
A short pause passed.
“At first I thought she wouldn’t,” he added.
That didn’t surprise him.
“That makes two of us,” Salvatore said quietly.
Antonio studied him for a second, then spoke again.
“I think she’s in trouble. Everything about her smells fishy.”
Salvatore finally looked at him. “Well, that’s for me to unfold.”
Another pause.
Antonio hesitated this time before he spoke.
“She’s not like the others who had come and gone.”
The others…
Salvatore has had many PR before her but none of them lasted.
People always liked to talk about those surrounding him.
Always reduced everything to something simple… murder or missing.
Even when he pops up every single day on the news smiling at cameras knowing fully well they all spoke about the rumor one dared say to his face.
Six women who had died at the Corvin mansion
Salvatore had never corrected it.
Not because it was true. But because he didn’t care enough to correct it
“Send her in,” he said.
Antonio nodded and stepped out.
A few seconds later, the door opened again.
Mira walked in again.
Salvatore looked at her immediately.
He wanted to see if the dress fit her well.
Exactly the way he had pictured it in his head.
Her posture was straight. Her chin slightly lifted. Her shoulders steady. The gown hugged her curve in the right way.
“Better.” He muttered to himself.
Her eyes met his without hesitation.
“Now you greet, Miss Zoss,” he said calmly. Watching her closely again.
There it was again. The calculation.
She was choosing how to respond.
Then she smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes…
“Good morning, Mr. Corvin.”
Salvatore didn’t answer.
Instead, he turned away, walking back to his desk as if she hadn’t spoken at all.
He had given her a test.. a very simple one that many had failed yet she didn’t.
Many were too nervous to speak around, too scared to meet his gaze. But she held her ground.
“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath.
Quiet.
But not quiet enough.
Salvatore glanced up at her. He heard her. His eyes held hers in place but Mira didn’t look away.
Didn’t even pretend she hadn’t said it. And didn’t care if he heard it.
And that interests him.
He set a file down on his desk.
“You learn fast,” he said.
She held his gaze for a moment before replying.
“I adapt easily,” she said, her voice steady. “Especially when dealing with difficult people.”
Salvatore studied her for a few seconds.
Really studied her.
The way she stood.
The way her hands stayed relaxed at her sides, even though tension sat just under her skin.
The way her eyes moved… scanning, aware, taking everything in.
She wasn’t just standing there. She was observing.
That confirmed his doubts.
“Tell me something, Miss Zoss,” he said. “Why are you here?”
A simple question… it seemed like.
Mira paused for a second then she spoke.
“I already told you,” she replied. “To work sir.”
Salvatore repeated the word quietly.
“Work.” It sounded… Unconvincing.
He pushed off the desk and took a step toward her
He stopped close enough to make most people uncomfortable.
She didn’t move.
“You don’t behave like someone here for work,” he said.
Her jaw tightened slightly.
He could see the disgust in her eyes when she stared at him but her lips formed a smile at the same time.
“Then what do I behave like?” she asked.
He held her gaze for a minute… saying nothing.
Then he spoke
“Someone is pretentious.” He said leaning closer.
A heavy Silence fell between them.
For a brief second, something flickered in her expression.
Small.. And he saw it.
Then it was gone.
Just like that… like it wasn’t there.
She crossed her arms slightly, her posture sharpening.
“And you behave like someone who enjoys making people uncomfortable,” she replied. “So I guess we’re both pretending sir.”
A faint pause passed.
Salvatore let out a quiet breath through his nose.
Not quite a laugh. But close.
He stepped back, creating space between them.
“Careful,” he said.
Her eyes stayed locked on his. “Why?” she asked.
Salvatore's voice dropped slightly.
“Because I haven’t decided what to do with you yet.. meaning I it’s just your second day here and you could get fired.”
An uncomfortable silence filled the room
Mira didn’t look away. Didn’t step back.
“Then you should make a decision quickly,” she said. “If you don’t see my skills as something you need I'd rather leave..”
That almost made him smile.
Almost.
Salvatore turned away first, walking back to his desk.
The conversation was over.
For now.
“Antonio will take you where you need to be,” he said, picking up the file again.”You should go have breakfast. I won’t have a starving ghost in my wall.”
Mira stayed where she was for a second longer.
He could feel it.
The subtle fear she quickly masked after his words
Then she exhaled quietly.
“Okay sir,” she said.
The door opened. Then closed behind her.
The room fell silent again.
Salvatore didn’t look up immediately. He flipped through the file in his hands.
Didn’t read a single line.
But one thing burned in his mind heavily.
Mira Zoss was not what she claimed to be.
And that makes her Dangerous