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New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Wed, 13 May 2026 18:57:18 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Callous Love (New York Underworld #5) Read Online Charmaine Pauls http://www.books2020.com/callous-love-new-york-underworld-5-read-online-charmaine-pauls Wed, 13 May 2026 18:57:18 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/callous-love-new-york-underworld-5-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Dark, Mafia Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)

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He can never know about the life we created in a bed of lies, because the man I called my lover is the monster who killed my parents, and I’m next on the list.

From USA Today bestselling author Charmaine Pauls comes an intense and steamy emotional dark mafia romance with tropes including secret baby, second chance, forbidden love, forced marriage, betrayal, revenge and redemption, possessive alpha male, touch her and die, and a strong female lead.

I know what it’s like to be used. Dante ruined me for the sake of his revenge. He destroyed me for his selfish gain without thinking twice.

What he doesn’t know is that we created something pure and innocent in that bed of lies. We made a new life, one I have to hide from him at all costs, because the man I called my lover is the cold-hearted monster who killed my parents, and I’m next on the list. He left me with no choice but to run.

For five long years, I’ve been hiding, barely surviving, always outsmarting the men who hunt me while Dante’s ghost stalks my shadows and haunts my thoughts. And now that he’s caught a whiff of my scent, he’s like a bloodhound on my trail.

He’s out to finish what he started. I’m the last obstacle standing between him and the fortune he stole from my family. But this isn’t a fairy tale, and I’m not that girl anymore. I decide how my story ends.

Callous Love is the second book in the Callous Duet and concludes Tatiana and Dante's story. Callous Desire must be read first. The duet is part of the dark mafia romance New York Underworld series (Books 4 & 5). You don't have to read the other books in the series to follow this duet

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Chapter

One

Tatiana, age nineteen

* * *

“You’ll marry

Joni Stein. I don’t want to hear another word about it. The contract is signed, so it’s as good as cast in stone.”

My father’s dismissive wave as he indicates my time is up makes me shrivel inside. He’s already returned his attention to his laptop, my presence in his study ignored or forgotten.

Angry tears stream down my cheeks. I’m shaking with the injustice of my father’s decision and my helplessness to change that fate.

All my life, I’ve been a good, obedient daughter, always doing what I’m told and what’s expected of me. I’ve been a cum laude student with straight As in all my subjects. I sit through tedious dinners and parties I have no interest in attending without complaining, wearing the dresses my parents deem appropriate. I say please and thank you. My parents’ friends tell them how lucky they are to have had it so easy with me during my adolescent years. But if I were hoping that my exemplary behavior and hard work would make my father proud or win his approval, I was mistaken.

He looks up from his screen, irritation written all over his face. “You’re still here.”

“Father, please.” My voice cracks. “Mr. Stein is fifty years old.”

And he’s fat and ugly, not to mention vulgar. He always looks down the front of my dress or pinches my backside when my mom isn’t looking. But I don’t say that.

“Exactly.” My father stabs a few keys on his keyboard. “That’s why he has no time to waste in producing an heir.”

“But he’s married,” I exclaim.

“His wife is dying. It’s only a matter of time.” My father hits enter a couple of times and squints behind his glasses. “Just as well, seeing that the useless wretch is barren.”

“But…” I swallow through my tears. “That’s improper.”

“We agreed to wait until your twenty-first birthday. The old hag should kick the bucket by next year if not sooner, and then he’ll mourn the customary year. Nothing about that is improper. It’s all done by the book.”

“Please, Father, I beg you.”

He slams a hand on the desk, rattling his teacup and the plate with his afternoon kolaczki cookies. “Begging is beneath you. You’re a Teszner. We do not beg.”

The violence makes me jump. “I just meant⁠—”

“That’s enough,” he barks out. “You’ll do your duty for this family like the rest of us. Now get out of my sight.”

Blinded by my tears, I stumble from the study.

“And close the door behind you,” my father calls after me. “I’ve had enough disruptions for one day.”

Suppressing the urge to slam the door, which will only earn me a punishment, I do as my father commands.

My mother waits on the other side. “Oh, Tiana.” Her soft blue eyes are brimming with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to melt down. “Did you know?”

Averting her eyes, she nods. “For a couple of months or so. I did my best to change his mind, but he wouldn’t listen.”

She tries to hug me, but I dodge her embrace and rush across the foyer.

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Advertisement Callous Desire (New York Underworld #4) Read Online Charmaine Pauls http://www.books2020.com/callous-desire-new-york-underworld-4-read-online-charmaine-pauls Wed, 13 May 2026 18:55:11 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/callous-desire-new-york-underworld-4-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Mafia Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)

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His weapon is seduction, the battlefield between his sheets, and cruel betrayal the blade he plunges deep.

My mother raised me on knights in shining armor and happily-ever-afters. She groomed me to be the perfect mafia princess. It was only natural that I’d believe in fairy tales.

Only, I didn’t fall for the prince.
I fell in love with my father’s enemy.

I’ve never deluded myself about the man Dante is. Powerful. Cold. Ruthless. Brutal. Bad doesn’t come close to describing him. But when he held me in his arms in a rented room, he showed me that he could be good. Just for me. He always chained the monster when I was pinned beneath him, at my most vulnerable and exposed, in the most dangerous place I could be.

The darkness I glimpsed in him is embedded in his soul, coloring his heart and world black. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I lost myself to a callous man. I just couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams that his seduction was only part of a cruel strategy and that I was nothing but the pawn he used for his revenge.

Callous Desire is the first book in the Callous Duet and ends on a cliffhanger. Tatiana and Dante's story concludes in Callous Love. The duet is part of the dark mafia romance New York Underworld series (Books 4 & 5). You don't have to read the other books in the series to follow this duet

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Chapter

One

Tatiana

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Unease creeps up on me as I peer through the window at the red truck parked on the opposite side of the street. The shiny bodywork and flashy wheel caps stand out in a neighborhood where people don’t polish their cars. It’s almost as if the owner wants to attract attention, which would be a good sign for me. If someone were on my tail, that person would’ve tried to blend in with the less fancy and not-so-expensive vehicles lining the curbs and driveways.

Still, I can’t help but steal a worried glance at Noah, who’s making fighter jet noises while flying a paper plane through the lounge.

Abandoning my task of packing chipped porcelain figurines into a box, I call to the back of the house.

“Jazz?”

I’m grateful for the sheer curtains that allow me to see outside but prevent others from seeing in. I hate that I’m like this, spooked by a vehicle simply because it seems out of place and the driver has shown up around the same time for the past two days. For all I know, the neighbor is having an affair, and the truck belongs to her lover. But being suspicious has become a part of my nature.

My best friend walks through the doorway that connects to the corridor, bogged down by the weight of the box in her arms. “Please tell me it’s knock off time.” She drops the box on top of the other ten or so stacked in the middle of the floor and dusts her hands on her jeans. “I’ve had my quota of sorting through messy papers for one day.” She twists a mass of cherry-brown curls into a bun on her head and secures it with a scrunchy that she pulls off her wrist. “Has your client never heard of filing or shredding? Some invoices date back twenty years. Don’t get me started on all those moth-eaten magazines from before I was born. Who keeps magazines for fifty years? At least the study is done. I’ll need a whole lot of caffeine before we tackle the basement, and I’m talking the good Colombian stuff and not that cheap replacement you call coffee.”

Noah runs a circle around my legs. “Whooossshhhh!”

He doesn’t seem to pay us attention, but I’ve learned that kids’ brains are like little computers that can store everything that comes out of your mouth, even when they’re watching Looney Tunes with a bad, tinny sound blasting from an old, fat-belly television, so I’m careful to lower my voice. “Have you seen the red truck parked out front?”

“Yeah.” She blows a stray curl from her forehead. “Don’t sweat it. I’ve already checked it out. Those snazzy wheels belong to a guy doing a handyman job for the neighbors.”

Alarm quickens my breathing. “Did you speak to the neighbor?”

She grimaces. “Not exactly.”

Hold on. I hope she didn’t do what I think she did.

My heart speeds up. “You spoke to him?”

“I just said hi when I took out the trash.”

I press a palm on my forehead. No. No way. “You asked what he was doing here?”

She props her hands on her hips. “I may have squeezed that question in between, ‘Hello. Nice ride,’ and⁠—”

“Jazz!” I exclaim under my breath. “You’re not supposed to talk to anyone. Please tell me you didn’t give him your name.”

Noah clambers onto a box, flying his plane higher. I step closer, ready to catch him if he loses his balance.

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Advertisement Coerced Queen (New York Underworld #3) Read Online Charmaine Pauls http://www.books2020.com/coerced-queen-new-york-underworld-3-read-online-charmaine-pauls Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:51:32 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/coerced-queen-new-york-underworld-3-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Mafia Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
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My husband will never love me, but I’m in this now until death do us part.

The man who threatened to carry me over his shoulder down the aisle and marry me at knifepoint is both my captor and my liberator. He makes me weak and strong at the same time.

Before, he didn’t give me an option. Now, there’s a choice. But he’s determined to push me away.

If I’m wise, I’ll take that freedom and run for my life. Because the heart of the man who captured and saved me will always belong to the woman who broke it. The man who calls himself my husband will never be mine.

Only, there is no choice for me any longer. It’s way too late to walk away.

I’m in this war now … until death do us part.

Coerced Queen is Book 3 in the dark mafia romance trilogy, New York Underworld, and concludes Anya and Saverio's story. Coerced Kiss (Book 1) and Coerced Wife (Book 2) must be read first.

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Previously in Coerced Wife

New York Underworld, Book 2

At a wedding Anya attends with Saverio, she learns that he’s recently divorced, a fact he omitted to mention. She can only guess the reason he doesn’t talk about it is because his feelings for his ex-wife are still too raw.

In the meantime, Anya works hard to ensure a good future for her unborn baby. Saverio may pay her bills for now, but when their fake engagement comes to an end, she’d still be left alone in the world to take care of her baby and her mother. While doing filing in the vault, she discovers a strange key that her boss hid there minutes before Saverio killed him for stealing mafia money. She looks for similar keys to figure out what it unlocks but comes up empty-handed.

After the murder of Anya’s boss, his widow, who never liked her, takes over. She decides to cut costs in the firm and, when Anya’s probation period comes to an end, she doesn’t offer her a permanent position.

Saverio sees Anya’s unemployment as an opportunity to protect Anya from his boss, Luigi, by making her indispensable as their new bookkeeper. After all, they still haven’t appointed a new bookkeeper, and as he recently discovered, Anya is a genius with numbers. Anya doesn’t have a choice but to accept the role. In order to prove to Luigi that she’s loyal to Saverio, he forces her to marry him before her child is born, and he’s adamant about adopting her baby.

Anya digs in her heels, but nothing she can do will prevent the marriage from happening. To her dismay, her feelings for Saverio become muddled. On the one hand, he’s her captor, and on the other, he’s oddly sweet with her, doing everything in his power to make her happy. In public, he treats her like a queen. At home, he takes care of her every need.

Yet he makes it clear that he’ll carry her down the aisle and marry her at knifepoint if that’s what it takes. It’s confusing, and it doesn’t make sense. Yes, he needs an alibi, and yes, he wants her for sex, but then Anya discovers another secret that Saverio has been hiding from her, and suddenly she understands why he’s pushing so hard to marry her. Saverio is infertile, and their marriage is his only chance at having a child.

Devastated to learn the extent of Saverio’s deceit, that he went as far as he did not for her but to steal her baby, Anya prepares for a wedding she doesn’t want but is helpless to stop. Just after the priest declares them husband and wife, the church doors burst open, and attackers start firing into the crowd. Saverio uses his body as a shield to protect Anya. The bullets that tear into his back shake his body as if he’s caught in a hailstorm. They go down to the floor as a hand grenade rolls down the aisle and Saverio tells Anya that she’s going to be an amazing mother. The last thing she sees before the explosion is his devastatingly handsome face.

Chapter

One

Saverio

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“Respiratory rate twenty per minute.”

“Pulse one hundred. Blood pressure eighty-five over fifty.”

Bright overhead lights roll by fast. My stomach roils. I retch, swallow blood.

Can’t breathe.

“What happened?”

“Hand grenade.”

“Fuck.”

“At his wedding.”

“Where’s the wife?”

“Took her to maternity. She’s pregnant. Eight months. Water broke.”

“Fuck.”

I try to flex my fingers, to reach for the guy running next to me, but my limbs are useless. Dead weight.

My wife.

I want to speak, to demand they fucking tell me she’s all right, but my lips won’t cooperate. Around those white moving lights, the edges of the picture bleed red. The ruby darkness creeps in with every laboring breath that rattles my lungs. It doesn’t help that I can’t see shit through my right eye. I fight that sea of blood that slowly washes in like a tide, but the vision in my left eye turns in and out of focus. Mostly out of focus.

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Advertisement Coerced Wife (New York Underworld #2) Read Online Charmaine Pauls http://www.books2020.com/coerced-wife-new-york-underworld-2-read-online-charmaine-pauls Fri, 06 Dec 2024 20:23:15 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/coerced-wife-new-york-underworld-2-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79833 (not accurate)
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He offers me protection, but the bed of a killer isn’t a safe place to be.

I got myself in a predicament. Powerful people on both sides of the law want me dead. A killer needs me alive for his own selfish reasons, reasons I never could’ve imagined in my wildest dreams.

I’m not safe in the bed of a cold–blooded murderer, but I don’t have a choice. On the one hand, he offers me protection, and on the other, he tightens the noose.

I’m caught in his web of lies and deceit. Every truth that’s uncovered destroys me a little more. But he’s already injected me with his venomous seduction.

Before I know it, he’ll swallow me whole.

Coerced Wife is Book 2 of the New York Underworld trilogy. Coerced Kiss (Book 1) must be read first. Anya and Saverio's story concludes in Coerced Queen (Book 3).

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CHAPTER

ONE

Anya

The dress Saverio chose for the wedding we’re attending fits snugly over my curves. He told me it was perfect when I tried it on in the boutique, but I find it too tight.

I turn from side to side, studying my reflection in the dressing room mirror. The red silk shows off the roundness of my stomach. The halter neck exposes my shoulders while leaving my back bare. It’s impossible to wear a bra, and my nipples are clearly visible.

I don’t know the dress code for family weddings, but the gown definitely shows too much skin.

Saverio walks into the room, wearing a modern three-piece suit with a crisp white shirt and a silver tie. The jacket and slacks are the latest fashion, accentuating the bulk of his muscles. As always, his only jewelry is the small gold hoop in his ear and the smartwatch on his wrist.

My mouth goes dry as I take him in, how powerful and fearless of both life and death he seems as he stalks toward me, but the hunger that sparks in his eyes when he cuts a path over me with his gaze makes my belly flip. He can reduce big men to shivering puddles with one, cutting glance. Those icy blue eyes that he trains like weapons on others never melt for anyone. I’ve never seen him look at another person with kindness, admiration, or affection. When he interacts with people, his expression is either neutral or threatening.

Yet with me, it’s different.

When he walks to me with the purposeful stride of a hunter, the frost melts and the magnificent blue of those pools warms to the color of a summer sky.

It’s been like this ever since I admitted I won’t shoot him. He proved the point by fucking me with a gun laying right next to me, within my grasp. I won’t kill him even if he puts the weapon in my hands himself.

Why?

Because without him, I’m dead. He’s both my jailor and my protector.

I don’t speak when he stops in front of me. My brain is incapable of forming words. I’m too busy processing this new development—that my captor gives me something he gives no one else. It shouldn’t make me feel special, but my heart has been at war with my mind since the day Saverio crashed into my life. The most shocking part is that I like this feeling of being favored. God knows, I’ve never been favored, not even by my mother. The only person who treated me as if I weren’t trash was Livy.

He cups my hips between his broad palms and stares down at me like a man possessed by the sight in front of him. “You look like a goddess, tesoro.”

Any reservations I had about the dress fly out the window. My heartbeat picks up, keeping time in my temples. Saverio makes me feel many things. Fear, for starters. Uncertainty. Chaos. But he also makes me feel desirable and cherished. Powerful. Strong.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I belong, and despite the many wrongs of belonging to him, deep in my heart, it feels right too, like this is exactly where I want to be. A part of me wants to submit to this uncontrollable frenzy, no matter the consequences. He makes me so drunk on him that I don’t care about the price I’ll pay when this folly crashes and burns to ashes around us. All I want at this moment is him.

That’s why I don’t protest when he brushes his knuckles over a nipple, turning the tip into a hard point that changes the way the fabric drapes over my body. It turns from elegant to erotic, the shape of my naked breasts a portrait painted in red.

“Anya,” he says with a growl as he fixes his attention on the points that extend almost painfully.

My breasts are so sensitive even the soft caress of the silk sends a sharp arrow of desire straight to my core.

When he says, “Turn around and kneel on the bench,” I don’t argue.

I don’t waste time in denying the inevitable any longer. I’m as invested in this game as he is. I can walk away from it now as little as he can. We’re trapped in this insanity, and our only choice is to see it through to the end.

He spins me around when I don’t move immediately, his impatience raw and palpable. I need another minute because the moment is huge. It’s a turning point for me. Instead of fighting a losing battle, I embrace the new craziness of my life. I haven’t realized how inhibited and trapped I felt until now, until I’m soaring with power and freedom as I lift the skirt of the dress and climb onto the bench.

“Eyes forward,” he says.

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Advertisement Coerced Kiss (New York Underworld #1) Read Online Charmaine Pauls http://www.books2020.com/coerced-kiss-new-york-underworld-1-read-online-charmaine-pauls Wed, 30 Oct 2024 13:04:47 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/coerced-kiss-new-york-underworld-1-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)

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I’m an alibi for a killer, but he demands so much more than my testimony.

I stumbled across something I wasn’t supposed to discover. I saw something I wasn’t meant to see, and now I’m an alibi for a killer. He’s the most feared and powerful man in the New York underworld. I don’t have a choice but to do as he says.

But he commands so much more than just my testimony.

Anya and Saverio's story continues in Coerced Wife (Book 2) and concludes in Coerced Queen (Book 3).

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CHAPTER

ONE

Anya

Come on, baby.

Give it to me.

There’s no point in playing hide and seek.

I’m going to find it.

You know I always do.

“You should go home,” someone says, cutting into the one-sided conversation I’m having with my computer in my head.

By the toneless inflection, I know who the owner of the voice is before I look up from my screen.

Mr. Lewis stands in the door frame with his briefcase in his hand. He’s donned his double-breasted summer coat and black Fedora hat. His neck is so short it appears as if his head is attached to his shoulders. Coupled with his ramrod straight pose, he reminds me of those boxy nutcracker dolls that stand at attention. The fact that his face never betrays a hint of emotion adds to the illusion. So does the beard, except that his isn’t white but brown. He doesn’t sport a single gray hair despite being close to sixty. Does he dye the whole works, eyebrows included?

“I’m clocking out.” He checks his watch with a brisk and precise lift of his arm, the movement almost mechanical. “It’s late.”

A glance at the hour on my menu bar confirms it’s close to midnight. The open-plan office I share with three other junior accountants is long since dark and deserted. The only light in the room comes from the bluish glow of the desktop computer.

“You should go,” Mr. Lewis repeats in his impassive manner.

I’ve been so absorbed in my work I didn’t keep track of time. Frowning, I turn my attention back to the spreadsheet on my screen. The credits and debits don’t balance, and I hate leaving a problem unsolved. I never let the numbers win.

“I’ll just be another minute,” I mutter as I do a quick mental calculation.

His reply is neutral, but it’s more distracted than disinterested. “Remember to switch off the lights when you go.”

“’Kay.”

I lift my head when he turns to leave. He carries his average height and thin frame with his habitual air of solemn dignity, but just before the dark hallway swallows his shape, his shoulders curl inward. The cardboard-like outline of his body stoops. The forlorn look is so foreign on him that it gives me pause.

He hasn’t been himself lately. Ever since the two men in their fancy suits walked unannounced into his office a couple of weeks ago, he’s been preoccupied and jittery.

“Mr. Lewis?”

He stops and looks back at me.

“Is everything all right?” I ask carefully, not wanting to overstep my boundaries.

Mr. Lewis is my boss, and he discourages familiarity at the office. He doesn’t share his personal life at work, let alone his problems. His dispassionate bearing makes him unpopular with both the staff and the managers, but I respect him for building this firm from the ground up. He’ll always have my gratitude for giving me an opportunity when no one else would. Fine, he only gave me the job because he owed Livy a favor, but he still took a chance on me.

“Sir?” I probe when he doesn’t answer.

His laugh sounds forced. “Of course.”

I get the message. He doesn’t want to talk about whatever is eating him. That doesn’t stop me from worrying. Besides, if the business is in trouble, it affects me too. I like this job. I need the money, now more than ever.

“If there’s anything I can help with—” I start, but he cuts me short.

“Just doing your job will do. That means nine to five, Ms. Brennan. I don’t pay overtime.”

I open my mouth to tell him I don’t mind, but he doesn’t give me the chance.

“You look tired,” he says.

Only, he’s not looking at me. He’s peering through the window behind me with a nervous twitch of his eyes.

What does he see that makes him so jumpy? I follow his gaze. The Meatpacking District of New York City stretches behind us under a blanket of lights. The top floor of the red-brick building that houses Frank Lewis’s accounting firm looks out over the High Line and the Hudson River in the distance. The prime location alone is proof of his hard-earned success.

His voice reaches me from farther away. “Don’t forget to check that the guard sets the alarm when you leave.”

When I face forward again, he’s crossing the reception area in the dim light of the desk lamp. The click of the door announces his exit.

I chew my nail as I contemplate his uncharacteristic behavior. Judging by the big clients on his books, the firm is thriving. Then again, anything can look good on paper. I know that better than anyone. I hope the business is secure. Without a diploma, I won’t find a similar job anywhere in the city, and I can’t live in Livy’s building without paying rent forever. My position in the firm is nothing but charity. That’s why I’m working three times harder than everyone else. I want to show Mr. Lewis how grateful I am for his faith in me as much as I want to prove that I’m capable. Plus, there’s my professional pride. I don’t like failing. Until my probation period is over, nothing is certain. Once Mr. Lewis has signed my permanent contract, I’ll breathe easier. I’ll make sure he never regrets employing me. I’m not afraid of long hours and hard work.

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