CHAPTER FIFTY IRRITANTS

GREYSON'S POV "Take a look at this," I tell her, handing over the file to her. I had been holding onto this for quite some time now, and after what happened yesterday, I've finally gotten a reason to make her agree to this. I wish it had been in different circumstances, but this would have to do; this was the best thing I could do for her and myself. "I don't understand it," she says, still going through the pages, and I'm not surprised. Not because she was foolish or something, but because she would not be able to believe that I was doing this if I didn't spell it out for her directly. "Let me explain," I reply, taking the file out of her hand. She turns to face me, her eyes glimmering continuously. "You're not safe there, and I'm sure you know that by now, so I have a proposition for you." I start and take a minute to stare at her bemused expression before I continue. "Instead of remaining there, come work for me," I finish, and her eyes widen in disconcertment before it cli