Glam

GLAM Society of Secrets LAUREL NIGHT Contents Note from the Author Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Let’s be friends! Also by Laurel Night About the Author Note from the Author Dear reader, GLAM is a fun little departure from my normal style, being a stand-alone in a shared world. Please note that this story takes place after college, so the secret society may not be featured as prominently in the story as in other books in the series, and that is intentional. The Society of Secrets operates differently in every branch. Something you might find fun is that this story is also set in the same world, with some crossover of characters, as my Avenge Her series. If you enjoy this setting, definitely check out book one in that series, Secrets Kill, here: books2read.com/secrets-kill. Chapter 1 “Hey Susan, can you make some more coffee?” I cringe internally as my new co-worker, who thinks he’s my boss, calls me the wrong name for the fifth time this morning. When I look up, he’s dangling his mug from two fingers as if he expects me to jump up and snatch it. Drawing in a deep breath, I concentrate on being polite. “It’s Sloane, actually, and that’s not really my job. I’m sure Rebecca will be more than happy to fetch you some. She is the office secretary.” “Aww, come on honey, don’t be like that. You’re right there and she’s all the way on the other side of the room.” The paunchy, middle-aged man leers at me, daring me to challenge him. In theory, he’s right. For whatever stupid reason, the secretary-slash-receptionist is the furthest away from the kitchenette in the sleek, modern office, on the other side of a glass wall to separate us from the street entrance. I assume it’s because the planner figured everyone would fetch their own coffee and therefor would want to be seated closest to it. But apparently in this guy’s mind, being young and female puts me firmly in the ‘coffee-fetching’ role; whether it has to do with the position of my desk or not, I can’t say. I do not, however, enjoy being called honey by this man. I’m tempted to just get it for him to shut him up. I don’t want my co-workers to think I’m a stuck-up priss, and I could certainly use some goodwill on my first day. However, something is telling me I don’t want to set that precedent with this guy today. It feels like a power play, and I’m not familiar with the dynamics in this office yet, but I refuse to be treated as less than a junior architect, which is a title I earned. Heart pounding, I pick up the phone on my desk and hit ‘0’. It rings once before Rebecca grabs the receiver at her desk. “Good morning, AJ Kellerman and Associates. How may I help you?” “Hey, Rebecca, it’s me, Sloane King.” “Oh!” she titters. “I should have seen it was an internal call. I’m sorry Miss King. What can I do for you?” I stare at my neighbor when I answer. “Frank would like more coffee, and he seems to have mistaken me for Starbucks.” “Not a problem, Miss King. I’ll take care of it.” “Thank you, Rebecca. And please call me Sloane.” “Sure thing, Sloane.” I hang up the phone and smile smarmily at Frank. “Rebecca will be right back to get that coffee for you.” Frank shrugs as if he doesn’t care and turns back to his monitors. Rebecca bustles through the glass doors of reception and heads back to the kitchenette, heels clacking on the slate floor, and beaming at me on her way. “I’ll have the coffee ready in a few minutes, Mr. Janzig.” “No rush, Rebecca, sorry she pulled you away from your work,” Frank mutters over his shoulder. His haughty tone makes me want to jam my pencil in his ear rather than in the electronic sharpener that’s thoughtfully installed on my desk. I carefully replace the pencil in a desk drawer before I get too attached to the idea. “Not at all, it’s part of my job,” Rebecca turns to me with a conspiratorial wink. “I’m sure Kellerman’s newest architect has plenty of her own work to do.” I’ve only been here a couple hours and I can already tell this woman is a total gem. “There is a lot, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” I return her smile. “I do really appreciate your support.” “Pssh, it’s my job and I’m happy to do it.” The coffee pot gurgles as brown liquid pours into a glass carafe, the rich scent of expensive dark roast wafting through the industrial-modern office. “Besides, it’s a big deal, to be the first female architect at Kellerman! We’ve got to make sure she feels welcome. Speaking of, would you like a warmup, Sloane?” “Yes, thank you Rebecca,” I hold out my University of Miami mug, fresh from the bookstore on campus, and she takes it with a grin. “Two cream, two sugars, right?” “That’s right, thank you. My ex-boyfriend couldn’t remember how I had my coffee, and we were together for two years. You’re a gem.” Frank is holding out his coffee-stained Miami Marlins mug, but Rebecca has apparently decided to make him wait his turn. “It’s no big deal,” she dismisses, fixing my coffee and returning my steaming mug before going to collect Frank’s. “Just part of the job.” “Well, I appreciate it, so thank you again.” I wrap my chilled fingers around the mug and let the warmth soak into my bones. Even though Miami has a tropical climate that barely