9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Meghan

R yder,

I can assure you that I am fully capable of finishing a drink on my own. But, if you insist on seeing this for yourself, maybe we could find time in the distant future to get a drink. For now, I just don't have time, I am busy working on a feature article for our monthly magazine. Something about military men joining a security company. I doubt you would know anything about that. And, no, I was not flirting with you.

-Meghan

I sat back in my chair, reading over the email exchange with Meghan when I saw my buddy, Matt, enter the office.

"What's going on?" I asked, closing out my email.

If any of the guys here got wind of those emails, I would never hear the end of their shit-talking.

"We got a new contract," Matt said, sitting down in a chair across from me. He ran a hand through his curly blonde hair. Ladies loved Matt. He had that sweet baby face and piercing blue eyes that chicks went nuts over. Bad thing was, he was a cocky little bastard because of it. Still, I couldn't help but like the guy.

At Salvatore Security Forces, we each had a small cubicle with a desk and computer. None of us needed or wanted anything fancy, so this did the job just fine.

"Really? I just closed my emails, didn't see anything," I stated.

However, what I failed to mention was that I had been busy flirting with the hot girl from the publishing company that was featuring us for a story. If the email had come through, there was no way I would have known.

"Oh, well this one is going to be big money for the company. Turns out, that charity event really helped boost business. We just got a contract with the Port of Sunnyvale. Apparently, they have had some issues with drug runners shipping their products into the city using the ports. They need security there to watch for anything suspicious and when needed, check out the cargo."

"Don't they already have security for that?" I asked.

The Port of Sunnyvale was a huge port and brought in hundreds of ships daily.

"Yes, but they need our force to come in more as undercover agents. They believe there might be rats on the inside letting in the drugs and stolen goods," Matt added.

Nodding my head, I folded my hands together. So that was what we would be doing. Of course, there was always a rat. My job was to sniff out that rat.

Smiling, I looked at Matt. "Sounds like a great way to get some target practice in, too," I laughed.

Matt just shook his head at me. "You are a sick son of a bitch," he laughed.

"Tell me about it."