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Connie exchanged glances with her attendant. They wore scornful expressions as they judged Mia. Bewildered, Mia exclaimed, "How could he not be? Haven't you met the CEO of Barrett Group before? Even if you haven't, wouldn't you have done a background check on the CEO of Barrett Group since you're going to work with him?"

I hadn’t rehearsed an answer for this. Just when I thought I’d have to fumble my way through something, another voice cut through the silence. A deeper, confident voice. “If I may,” Cole said from his seat, not standing, but his tone commanding enough to turn every head. The room quieted. He continued, “As the CEO of Buckman Corporation, I can confirm that any individual selected for our internal or partnered subsidiary company projects undergoes thorough and relevant background checks. If Skylar McLair were even remotely like the rumors suggest, she wouldn’t have made it past our recruitment system—let alone be chosen as lead designer for a project of this scale. Let it be known that Buckma

She asked. I shrugged. “I'll fix it. If he still refuses to work with us, screw him. He's a dick anyway.” I said. I meant it. I did a background check on him initially because there was something off in the proposal and financial statement they sent to the company. Apparently, he was involved in some shady business and he had a criminal record. Her eyes widened. “Isn't the contract worth around billions of dollars?” She asked. “Not really. Don't worry about it. I'll fix it.” I assured her.

"Fine. Send her in when she gets here." "She's already here. She arrived early." Of course she did. Probably another overeager disaster waiting to happen. I finished my coffee, and headed back to my office. I might as well get this over with. I sat down at my desk, and pulled up the resume for the last candidate. Cassandra Craven. Her experience looked decent on paper. I was impressed when I saw the references, they were all from major companies. Maybe Dalton was right. This one could actually work out.

Beth — that was her name — watched me intently for a moment before nodding and closing her thick folder. I won’t lie and say I didn’t try to peek at her papers and see what’s written there. The ad did say that a full background check was due before any chance of an interview would be offered, and since I find myself here, interviewing, I can only assume that said background check has been done. I'm sure she already knew I am beyond broke, with a sick mother and a mountain of bills, but between squinting my eyes and having to read upside down, I didn’t make out much other than my name.

The man whose heart I crushed. ​"Larry," I typed, staring at the screen for ten minutes before hitting send. "I know I don't deserve to ask you for anything, especially after what I did to you. But I’m desperate. I need a job. I have a baby to feed. If you know of anything, anything at all, please." ​His reply came back fast, cold, and entirely justified. "I can’t believe you have the nerve to ask me. My company only hires college graduates. And even if they didn't, I don't help people who cheat and lie, Jamie."

“You went to private schools and you've never worked a real job in your life." My face burned. "I'm willing to learn." "I'm sure you are." Carl leaned back in his chair. "But the people hiring through this agency, they want workers who will stay, those who need the job. You're going to find something better in three months and leave, and then I have to fill the position again. It's bad for business. With your background I'm pretty sure you're doing well." With my background? The one that includes being pregnant, dead parents, stolen inheritance, being a divorcee or which?

"A jury would likely convict." Sarah interjected. "And if they accept this deal?" "Probation starts immediately. Community service completed within one year. Records are public but sealed from certain background checks." Mom's voice came out small. "What does that mean? Sealed from certain checks?" "Employment in sensitive fields.....healthcare, education, finance.....will still see the conviction. General employers may not, depending on their screening depth." Dad closed his eyes. He works in finance. Worked, past tense now.His career.....over. Just like that.

Let it grow. I stared at my phone longer than necessary. Jalen’s face surfaced uninvited. Not his body. His stillness. The way he hadn’t asked for anything. I called Alex, my assistant. “I need you to run a background check,” I said. “On who?” “Jalen Brooks.” There was a pause. “Why?” I didn’t answer. “I’ll have it within hours,” Alex said. When the report arrived, I read it slowly. Jalen Brooks. Twenty-two. Employed at an elite spa owned by Dean Graham.

Around noon, I got a call from one of the companies I'd applied to. "Miss Anderson? This is Karen from Prestige Events. We received your application, but I'm afraid we can't move forward with your candidacy at this time." "Can I ask why?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. There was an uncomfortable pause. "We've heard some concerning things about your previous employment. Allegations of theft and i'm sure you understand we can't take that risk." She hung up before I could defend myself. I had tried three more companies and it was a same response every time. Morris had gotten to them all.