Of Snake and Men by Jessica Gadziala EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Jessica Gadziala
- Genre: Women’s Adventure Fiction
- Publish Date: May 12, 2023
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Hope
The blood was soaking through the denim covering my thigh, each step
dragging the coarse material against the puncture wound as I tried to
remember the last time I had a tetanus booster. The ragged edge of the
scaffolding that had snagged me had been rusty as fuck, and I wasn’t excited
about the prospect of Lockjaw.
Though, objectively, that condition would make it a hell of a lot easier to
keep my mouth shut around my coworkers.
I let out a sigh, seeing their cars parked down the street, knowing I was
going to catch endless shit about getting hurt on the job.
As if they never got roughed up.
But it was different to them.
Because I was a woman.
Gritting my teeth, I pulled open the door to the private investigation
office I’d been stubbornly working at for years, despite the endless flack the
men gave me as they tried to drive me out the door of my own accord since
they never had a legitimate reason to fire me.
The office looked different from the wrong side of morning.
My sandpaper eyes didn’t take in the scuffed floors, the nicks out of the
desks—five in all, lined up on the sides of the room—or the dust bunnies in
the corners.
It wasn’t the most modern or reputable-looking place.
I think, to an extent, I’d been drawn to how rough around the edges it was
when I’d walked in to apply for a job.
There were other, more modern offices with their streamlined desks with
fancy monitors, all the paperwork neatly tucked away. If it existed at all.
Everything was digital with them, I guess.
We didn’t have a snack station, a waiting area with comfortable seating,
or tasteful, abstract art on the walls.
No.
Mason Investigations was like something straight out of a noir.
The flooring was original to the building which I was pretty sure was
built in the fifties. The walls had been needing a fresh coat of paint since the
seventies. And the only art that donned our walls were whiteboards behind
each desk and a giant corkboard that had old, faded newspaper clippings of
various cases we’d been a part of over the years. Most of them before I’d
been brought on. But there was one in particular that pertained to me. The
one my current boss had put right in the center, the headline underlined in red
permanent marker.
My stomach twisted each time I saw it.
I forced my gaze away as my gaze moved around the office, not seeing
any of my coworkers.
Which meant they were in the meeting room in the back.
That made sense.
Since the only reason any of them showed up early in the day was when
there was a big client coming in that required “all hands on deck.”
But not my hands.
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