THE ORB OF PLEIADIA

8. What's The Catch

Sonia drove an indigo Mustang, and Logan sat beside her in silence, stealing glances at her as they drove to Blue-Sky.

Who was she? He only remembered seeing her in Blue-Sky once.

Her house was really spacious, filled with foreign artifacts, and breathtaking mural paintings on the walls.

There was no doubt she was rich, yet, she seemed different.

As they arrived, Logan jumped out of the car and rushed towards the company, while Sonia drove into the parking lot.

John, the supervisor, spotted Logan and rushed towards him, nose flaring. “You brat, walking in by his hour like you own this company. What do you have to say for yourself now, are you not incompetent as I have always said.”

Logan's patience wore thin, and he snapped. “John, I seriously don't have time for this right now.”

The other cleaners watched, some giggling as Logan spoke back to the cocky supervisor. John's face reddened. He dragged Logan's shirt, trying to intimidate him. But, Logan didn't budge.

“Oh! you're about to know who you're dealing with. You better fall on your knees and start pleading for mercy, if you don't want to witness my wrath.” John bragged.

The sound of flesh hitting the floor echoed through the hallway as Logan pulled his hand forward and John came crashing down.

Some cleaners laughed, while others gasped in shock. Seeing John groan in pain, a hint of smirk crossed Logan's lips.

John cursed beneath his breath.

“You're done for now. You're totally going to be destroyed now,” he threatened, his voice shaking with rage.

Sonia walked in, her silhouette swinging adorably. Her presence commanding attention.

“That's enough you two,” she said, her voice low and authoritative.

There was something different about her now, the way she moved and talked had changed instantly.

John scampered to his feet, his face drained of colour at the sight of Sonia. “He started it, boss. It has nothing to do with me,” he whined trying to shift the blame. “You see how he's disrespecting a supervisor. I was about to tell you, this incompetent fool should get fired immediately.”

Logan's gaze hardened, and he wondered if Sonia would actually fall for John's lies. To his surprise,

she simply raised an eyebrow and said, “You two in my office, now.”

She walked past them, and Logan's eyes followed her as she made her way to the elevator, her hips swaying gently.

She was the boss? He couldn't believe it.

John's face lit up with triumph, and he tailed Sonia into the elevator, Logan trailing behind him.

As they stepped into the grand office, Logan's eyes widened in awe at the lavish decor. The room was filled with exotic artifacts and furniture that seemed to scream wealth and opulence. And every corner has a vase of white lilies, just like at her place.

Sonia sat behind her desk, her eyes fixed on Logan as she said, “Logan Hale, right?”

Logan nodded, still trying to process the revelation. “Yes, ma’am.”

“From now on, you'll work directly with me,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement.

Logan exchanged a stunned glance with John. “What?” they said in unison.

John's face turned red with rage, and he took a swift step forward. “But ma’am, Logan is incapable of doing any work correctly, I told you this already. My son Kyle has been working here for years, he can handle any business, he's the best person for this promotion, not this man.”

Sonia’s gaze turned icy, and she silenced John with a single glance. “You may leave now, Mr. John.”

John's face fell, and he stormed out of the office, leaving Logan stunned and confused. Sonia's eyes fixed on him, and he felt a sense of unease. What was going on, and why was she being so kind to him? What's the catch?

His mind reeling, he took tardy steps towards the door.

"Not you, stay," she said, her voice low and husky.

Sonia's hands remained clasped together, her eyes fixed on Logan as she leaned back in her chair. The soft glow of the desk lamp cast a warm light on her face, highlighting her features.

“You don't like the offer,” she said smoothly.

Logan's expression remained neutral, but his mind was racing. He knew there had to be something behind her kindness, something more than just a simple job offer.

“What’s the catch? First, it was helping me out of the tunnel, now this? Just tell me already, I know I'll have to repay you in some way. I mean you run this company, there's no way you'll be doing all this without having something in mind. I don’t want to be in so much debt. I don't need the job.”

Sonia's lips curved into a small smile, and she leaned forward. “Okay, first of all, it was a coincidence I met you there last night,” she said, her voice dripping with sincerity. “Secondly… Logan, you're no saint, so don't try to come off as one.”

“What are you talking about?” Logan said, his eyes narrowed.

Sonia's gaze was piercing. “Were you going to tell me that you went in search of a pleiadian, and that's probably how you ended up in the tunnel, in the first place?”

Logan's eyes widened. How did she know?