Chapter 18: This Is Insane

The man leaned back in his chair lazily, his legs stretched out on the desk, crossed, a cigarette in between his left forefinger and middle finger, in a casual light denim shirt, its sleeves halfway up. He looked slightly younger than Scott and resembled him a bit, especially his brows and eyes. Yet Scott carried an air of authority and appeared cold and distant, while this man was more of the playful sort. There was a certain feminine look about him that one might naively think of him as an easy-going and amiable person. When he met Brianna's gaze, Brianna saw the sharpness in his eyes and realized that she should be cautious. "Sit." The man spoke, his eyes fixed upon Brianna. Brianna sat down. "You are..." she muttered. "Who do you think I am?" the man asked. "Jameson Anderson?" "Right." Jameson retreated his legs and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk. "May I ask why you want to meet me?" "I want you to work for me," Jameson said clearly. "To work for you? But I'm just