"What choice are you making?" Roxy demanded, her hands falling to her hips as she glared at Adonis.
"I will hire her as my executive assistant," K-09 stated. His voice leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.
Roxy felt entirely lost. Her anger faltered, replaced by sheer bewilderment. She looked at the terrifying war machine, then back at Nikki. "Assistant? What is going on?"
Nikki quickly set her wine glass on the nearest table and closed the distance, taking both of Roxy's hands in hers.
"You said you wanted a better-paying job," Nikki explained softly, her eyes entirely earnest. "You hated the slums, Rox. So I arranged this so that one of the Generals could have an interest in you, and want to hire you."
Roxy's breath hitched. All the defensive sass drained out of her body, leaving her completely exposed. She stared at Nikki, her vision suddenly blurring with unshed tears.
