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sneer and still holding the fork. There was a small bite of something white on the end of it.
    Opening her mouth, she took the bite. She decided she wasn’t speaking to him. He could feed her, tell her off, because she was sure he was pissed at her treatment of his mother, and then he could leave.
    “Damon will release you tomorrow morning. Byron will be here to pick you up and take you to an apartment that is in the Grant building that I own. He lived there up until a few months ago when he purchased his own home and had a studio built. The furniture is still there until the decorator he has doing his house decides what she wants to incorporate into the new house. I haven’t the slightest clue what happens to the rest after he’s finished.
    “You’ll also see a psychiatrist once a week starting next week. If she says you need more or less sessions, then you can work from there. If she says you need help and could benefit from others, then you’ll get it. She will report to me every week on your progress and whether or not you show. She will not share what you talk about. I could care less anyway.”
    Morgan glared at him. What right did he have treating her like this? She wanted to scream at him. Just when she was opening her mouth to blast him, he jammed a forkful of food into her. Damned man.
    “Monday morning, you’ll start working for me as my receptionist/secretary.
    I’ll pay you six fifty a week and you’ll work Monday thru Friday and an occasional Saturday morning. Have no doubt that you’ll work very hard for that, too. The rent for the apartment will be a part of your salary. As of Thursday, you have insurance, dental, medical, and vision. Here.” He tossed a large envelope in her lap. “In that are your contract, medical information, and benefits. There’s also a credit card with the company name on it. You’ll use it for clothing and business needs. It’s a generous amount, but not over the top, so use it wisely. Any questions?” Morgan watched him stand up and move the tray away. She had eaten everything on the plates. She wouldn’t admit it to him, but she did feel a little better. But she wasn’t going to work for him.
    “No, and hell no. I’m not working for you, Dr. Grant. I don’t need, nor do I want your charity, or whatever you feel this constitutes as. I’m quite capable of finding my…”
    “Maybe you didn’t hear the part about where I give a shit what you want because I don’t, Ms. Becky. This is non-negotiable. According to the terms of your release, you find gainful employment within thirty days or they find it for you. For some reason, my mother likes you, and is concerned for your welfare.
    Well, I don’t like you. You’ll work for me starting Monday or else.” He moved toward her door to leave. “One more thing, Ms. Becky. If you ever talk to my mom that way again, I will hurt you.”
    Morgan pulled out the contract and read it over when her tray was taken away. It wasn’t really anything special. She’d work for him for one year, with the option to renew after six months. Also included in her benefits was a week vacation after the six months. She may or may not have to do some light traveling, but it would be completely paid for by the Grant Corporation. There was also a copy of the paperwork she had signed when she’d been released from prison. In addition to her finding gainful employment, she needed to have a permanent residence. Apparently, he’d read it over as well.
    For the first time in her life, she had a job making more money in one week than she had in her entire life. She had an apartment that was furnished with someone else’s things in a building owned by the man she worked for and that hated her. A clothing allowance for things she didn’t have a clue how to purchase much less how to use the credit card she’d been given to buy them, and she had never been more depressed in her life.
    When Dr. Grant the physician came in at eight the next