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pretty cool guy once he lets you get to know him. Just give him a chance.”
I nodded, knowing I wouldn’t get any more information on the subject, and I’d gotten what I wanted initially anyway, so I changed the subject a little. “Where are we going now?”
“To finish the tour.” I followed his gesture and realized the stairwell didn’t end at this floor, like I’d assumed it did. He led me down another flight. This one too was protected by a huge, metal door, but it had a keypad lock. Once he’d punched in the code, the heavy door creaked open and dumped us into a hallway.
“These are the dorms.” He walked to the third doorway. “This one is mine”
He pushed inside, revealing a relatively large room with a double bed against two walls, a dresser next to the bed, and a small television on the back wall.
“You live here?” I surveyed the room. It was every bit as nice as my own room, except it didn’t have any windows. They’d added plants and other natural textures to make it feel less confining, despite the lack of natural light.
“Yup.” He paused, possibly debating his next words. “You could too, if you wanted.”
“I could…” I paused. “Wait, what?” I could live there. This could be a good option if I don’t find a job before the end of the summer. My heart began to race.
“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves. There’s a lot to consider before you decide whether you want to move in.”
“What do you mean?” A catch. I knew it.
“Not so much a catch as a commitment.”
“Commitment?” What kind of commitment? Who exactly were these people? Is this a creepy cult or something?
He laughed. “No. We’re not a cult. Let’s finish the tour, and maybe that will help answer some of your questions.”
We walked back to the stairwell. “All the dorms are the same as far as furnishings go. But we decorate them however we want.”
“Does everyone have their own room?”
“Yup.”
“What about the fact that there aren’t any windows? How would you get out in a fire? Aren’t there laws against that?”
“I’m sure there are. Those who choose to live here accept the risks.”
He didn’t elaborate. Risks? I didn’t care much for that word… or the fact that he’d used the plural form of it.
The next floor was guarded a little more heavily. Owen stood in front of an eye scanner, then when the light turned green, placed his thumb on a pad next to the door and it creaked open, just as the one above did.
The floor was organized into smaller rooms resembling offices. There were windows on all the doors, making it feel more open and inviting. Most of the rooms were empty, but there were a few people sitting at tables flipping through paperwork, working on computers, or listening to laptops or iPads with headphones.
“This is what we call the work floor. It’s where the magic happens when we’re not out on assignment.”
“Out on assignment? What kind of work do you do?” Maybe I could work with these people, I thought. But what would they want with a music therapist?
He laughed. “We do mostly confidential stuff,” he said. His debonair smile didn’t do anything to quell my curiosity, but I decided to keep quiet for now. “As for our current openings, you can ask the boss when you see him. We always have room for more readers, though.”
We came to the bottom floor, and he pushed open the door. It was a gym filled with an extensive array of equipment. Punching bags hung from the ceiling, machines and free weights lined the walls, and the open space off to one side was…
“That’s for hand-to-hand training,” Owen filled in for me.
“Hand-to-hand training? Like fighting?”
“A bit more elegant than that, but I suppose.”
“So, karate?”
“Not quite that elegant.”
“I see,” I said, even though I didn’t see at all. Who on Earth were these people?
He led me toward three sets of doors along the back wall. “The first two rooms are
I nodded, knowing I wouldn’t get any more information on the subject, and I’d gotten what I wanted initially anyway, so I changed the subject a little. “Where are we going now?”
“To finish the tour.” I followed his gesture and realized the stairwell didn’t end at this floor, like I’d assumed it did. He led me down another flight. This one too was protected by a huge, metal door, but it had a keypad lock. Once he’d punched in the code, the heavy door creaked open and dumped us into a hallway.
“These are the dorms.” He walked to the third doorway. “This one is mine”
He pushed inside, revealing a relatively large room with a double bed against two walls, a dresser next to the bed, and a small television on the back wall.
“You live here?” I surveyed the room. It was every bit as nice as my own room, except it didn’t have any windows. They’d added plants and other natural textures to make it feel less confining, despite the lack of natural light.
“Yup.” He paused, possibly debating his next words. “You could too, if you wanted.”
“I could…” I paused. “Wait, what?” I could live there. This could be a good option if I don’t find a job before the end of the summer. My heart began to race.
“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves. There’s a lot to consider before you decide whether you want to move in.”
“What do you mean?” A catch. I knew it.
“Not so much a catch as a commitment.”
“Commitment?” What kind of commitment? Who exactly were these people? Is this a creepy cult or something?
He laughed. “No. We’re not a cult. Let’s finish the tour, and maybe that will help answer some of your questions.”
We walked back to the stairwell. “All the dorms are the same as far as furnishings go. But we decorate them however we want.”
“Does everyone have their own room?”
“Yup.”
“What about the fact that there aren’t any windows? How would you get out in a fire? Aren’t there laws against that?”
“I’m sure there are. Those who choose to live here accept the risks.”
He didn’t elaborate. Risks? I didn’t care much for that word… or the fact that he’d used the plural form of it.
The next floor was guarded a little more heavily. Owen stood in front of an eye scanner, then when the light turned green, placed his thumb on a pad next to the door and it creaked open, just as the one above did.
The floor was organized into smaller rooms resembling offices. There were windows on all the doors, making it feel more open and inviting. Most of the rooms were empty, but there were a few people sitting at tables flipping through paperwork, working on computers, or listening to laptops or iPads with headphones.
“This is what we call the work floor. It’s where the magic happens when we’re not out on assignment.”
“Out on assignment? What kind of work do you do?” Maybe I could work with these people, I thought. But what would they want with a music therapist?
He laughed. “We do mostly confidential stuff,” he said. His debonair smile didn’t do anything to quell my curiosity, but I decided to keep quiet for now. “As for our current openings, you can ask the boss when you see him. We always have room for more readers, though.”
We came to the bottom floor, and he pushed open the door. It was a gym filled with an extensive array of equipment. Punching bags hung from the ceiling, machines and free weights lined the walls, and the open space off to one side was…
“That’s for hand-to-hand training,” Owen filled in for me.
“Hand-to-hand training? Like fighting?”
“A bit more elegant than that, but I suppose.”
“So, karate?”
“Not quite that elegant.”
“I see,” I said, even though I didn’t see at all. Who on Earth were these people?
He led me toward three sets of doors along the back wall. “The first two rooms are
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