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  "I called your guy."

  "Yeah? Ian's the best." Dez leaned against the chain link security fence beside her, shoving her short hair out of her face. She couldn't do a stand-off. She was too fucking high. "He'll make sure you can get a network that'll get Silk off the ground."

  "He said to hire you."

  God, how many pills had she taken? Two before work. Two when she got in. Two more on her break, then another pair when this asshole tried to touch her. Fuck, no wonder she couldn't think straight. This was making no sense. Ian told him to hire her for a network? Ian knew she didn't do networks anymore. She didn't do games. She was done.

  "Yeah, you don't want to hire me." She laughed and slid down the fence until she was sitting. "Now get your fancy ass back in your truck and go back to work. You've got six months to get that shit on the shelves. Your market demands it."

  "Get in the fucking truck or I'm going to come over there and grab you."

  Dez just raised her middle finger.

  Chance took a deep breath and moved toward her. She braced for his touch, but once again he shocked her. He dropped to the ground beside her and leaned back against the fence, his hands clasped before him. Down the inside of his right arm was a long scar. Even in her hazed state, she could see it clearly.

  "Ian said he can get the supplies in my price range, but he's booked. He also mentioned that the best person for the job was working at Home Depot. I'd know her by the tattoo that said, ‘Byte Me.’ If I could read it, you might even take the job."

  "Binary, baby."

  He chuckled, but it sounded worried. "I just bought this fucked up building. It's half warehouse, half hotel. I'll give you a place to sleep and money for food. You get the network running and set the place up for the developers to come work. We can't keep doing this over the cloud."

  She smiled and leaned back, closing her eyes. "I'm fucking high. You know that, right?"

  "Kinda hard to miss, kid. Look, I don't care how you do it. I won't even set hours. I'll give you two weeks to wire it and two weeks to get the system up and running. If you can do that, I'll give you a ten thousand dollar bonus."

  She shook her head. "Don't want the money." She took a breath, feeling the weight of her problems pressing against her tear ducts. "I just want a job where I don't have to touch anyone."

  "Why?" His voice was kind.

  She smiled. "Tried it, don't really like it that much."

  "Good enough for me. One favor, though?"

  "What?"

  "Get in the fucking truck before some gang banger comes by and shoots us? Come see the site, let me know what you think."

  Dez drug her hands down her face then looked over at him. Chance looked back, waiting for her answer. "I'm fucking high and a basket case, and you still want me to put your network together?"

  "Ian gave me your name. I know how to Google. The only thing I want to know is why you fell off the radar?"

  She pushed herself to her feet then dusted off her ass. "I got high." Without looking back, she headed for the passenger side of the truck.

  Following behind her, Chance chuckled. "Bullshit."

  Dez buckled herself in and grabbed his phone from the cup holder between them, not even bothering to ask. Chance just looked at her and put the truck in gear, making a lap through the parking lot before pulling out. Neither one spoke.

  He'd said he Googled her. Well, the problem of being broke was that she didn't really have a lot of access to the internet anymore. That and her laptop was almost three years old. It was good enough, but just for older generation games. That was about it. What she wanted to know was what information her name still had on the world wide web.

  Thankfully, not much. She was still listed as the brains behind the innovative network and community manager for FoxFlight, and she had a minor credit in two other games, but thankfully neither listed why. Unless Chance called the developers, he'd never find out and, by now, the team had probably all been reassigned. She smiled and flipped to the next page. Her old blog was still up, even though the last entry wasn't made by her.

  Unfortunately, that link also appeared to have been read. She flicked her eyes at the driver then tapped on it. She'd never seen what her mother had written. It took a moment to load, then the screen was filled with a wall of text. No images. No formatting. It was obvious that this post had been made by a novice.

  Thank you to all of Destiny's fans for their support of her enthusiasm for video games. We're sorry to announce that the blog will no longer be updated. After multiple harassing and threatening messages, for her safety and welfare, she will no longer be in the public eye.

  This has been a hard decision for Destiny, but we all feel it is for the best. She is a brilliant young lady with many opportunities ahead of her. When she first sat down in front of a computer at the age of eight, we never knew that she had found her first love. She learned to type, program, and manage her own hardware before she could drive a car. Before she even graduated high school, Destiny was making a name for herself with her critiques of games and her natural command of the systems required to make them better.

  But all good things must end. Some might say it's Destiny.

  "Damn," she mumbled. "That's a shitty entry."

  Chance nodded slowly. "So you didn't write it, huh?"

  "Nah. That was Mom, back when she still talked to me. Guess she never got over it."

  He looked over quickly before turning back to the road. They were at the edge of town, heading into the country. "You getting out of the scene?"

  "No." She closed the browser and returned his phone to the cup holder. "That not all demons are made of pixels."

  "Gonna tell me what happened?"

  She shifted in the chair so she could face him. "Gonna buy me a bottle of whiskey?"

  "What are you on?"

  "Vicodin."

  He nodded slowly. "Keep your secrets."

  Chapter 2

  Ten miles outside the city limits, the town faded away, and pastures took the place of buildings. He loved it here. The rush of the modern world faded into the endless horizon. Chance slowed his SUV and turned into a gravel lot, driving to the side of a massive brick building. He parked next to a small, green metal door and turned the truck off.

  "Welcome to Deviant Games' future headquarters."

  Dez slipped out, her eyes taking everything in even through the haze that clouded them. He knew she was high. He knew she was a complete mess. The problem was that he also knew what she'd done in the past. When he'd started the idea for Silk, he'd been an avid reader of her blog, among others. He'd kept up with her advances in development tools and loved her posts about the challenges of inspiring competent developers in a corporate setting. He had no idea she was so young, though.

  She couldn't be more than early twenties. He'd expected her to be in her thirties, but the network guy, Ian Black, had assured him it was the same person. He said something pretty traumatic had kicked her out of the technical world, but she was still the best he'd ever seen. Everything Ian knew, he'd learned from Dez, and he hadn't even scratched the surface of what lingered in her mind. He was also very clear about the fact that she was a complete and total mess.

  "Don't touch her," the guy had said. "No matter what you do, don't fucking touch her. No skin to skin. She'll lose it."

  Chance had asked, but Ian swore he didn't know. Something happened a few years back, and she wouldn't talk about it. That's when she started using, he'd said, and that's when she left the scene. If Chance could work with that, he was sitting on a gold mine, and she'd work for a damned place to crash and enough money to support her habit. It didn't get better than that, and god knew Chance wasn't exactly in a position to judge.

  "What kinda connection do you get out here?" she asked, looking at the power lines strung above the building.

  He pointed to a new rut in the gravel. "Dedicated line. We're wide open. Had them run it special for us."

  Picking at her lo
wer lip, she nodded, looking at the exterior of the building. He was almost worried she'd blow away. Not that it was overly windy, but she was just a slip of a thing. Her long-sleeve shirt hung on her frame, dark marks peeking out at every opening. Dangerously loose on her hips, not even the studded belt could keep her jeans from sliding precariously low.

  She was a punk, just like so many geeks, covering up her lack of social skills with piercings, tattoos, and freakish hair. Although he wondered if the black hair was natural or if she dyed it like that. Not that it was any of his business, but he swore she used to have warm brown hair that matched her chocolate eyes. What shocked him the most was the lack of excessive make-up. Granted, she'd also just gotten off work at Home Depot. Who knew what she'd look like tomorrow.

  He tried to remind himself that he didn't care, but he did. The girl was nothing but long legs and lean arms. Chance held his face stoic as he moved to unlock the door, but he noticed every line of her. It's what he did. He usually preferred girls with a bit of curve to them, but he wasn't picky. Not like he'd be getting lucky with someone that didn't touch people, but hey, he could look.

  "The good stuff's inside," he teased, walking into the building.

  He knew she'd follow. She was interested in the job, so she'd want to see what she had to work with. He just hoped she wouldn't turn around and run out screaming.

  One by one, he turned on the lights, illuminating what would be the center of his game empire. He had no idea what the building had started life as, but after many iterations, it was perfect for his needs. The main room was wide open, with two stories of clearance over the work area. Windows surrounded three sides at the top, giving natural light. The fourth was his loft. Beneath that, the back part of the building held four apartments, although he used the term loosely. They were little more than hotel rooms with a kitchenette.

  "What's the goal?" she asked.

  Chance leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. "I have seven programmers. I want to set this up for at least twice as many computers. Hopefully, more." He lifted his chin at the space before them. "Raised floor, basement access, and I'm willing to renovate for whatever we need."

  "I'll need a key."

  "Among other things." He motioned for her to follow, taking her on the grand tour. "Up here is the reception area. I plan to turn the front of it into a glass wall." He kept going. "This is the conference room, and I'd like this to be a demonstration area. Over here is an employee break area." Then he turned toward the back. "And those stairs go to the basement where we'll house the servers. This one..."

  He stepped into a long, narrow hall. Behind him, Dez's feet paused, but he kept going, opening each door as he passed. He could hear her lagging well behind but pretended like he didn't notice. What the hell had happened to this girl? She was ready to bolt, and all they'd done was enter a hallway! He remembered her as sweet and charming.

  "Apartments?" she asked.

  He paused, then slowly turned, giving her time to prepare for it. "Yeah. I'm not sure what we're going to do with them, but you're welcome to one."

  "What's upstairs?"

  "My place. I kinda sold everything to make this happen, so I'm living at work."

  She stared at him. He waited for an angry outburst about the impossibility of it all, but it never came. Instead, she stepped into the closest apartment. He followed behind her, making sure to step loud enough for the girl to hear him coming. The place was a mess. He hadn't cleaned out the rooms yet, mainly because he had no idea what to do with them, but Dez seemed pleased. She turned in a circle, her eyes on the dropped tile ceiling, then moved to the far door, finding a second exit that led outside.

  "I'll need a modern laptop. Mine's out of date. You'll be responsible for all of my tools, and I want full access to the network. That means I'll be able to see your cloud and everything else."

  "Kinda goes with the job," he agreed.

  She nodded. "Clean sheets, too."

  That, he hadn't expected. "You are not sleeping on that bed."

  She blew that off. "Better than what I got now. You'll have to help me move – "

  "No," Chance cut her off. "You're not sleeping on that. What kind of furniture do you have?"

  Dez closed her eyes and leaned against an ancient dresser that lined the wall. "Why the fuck do you care?"

  He matched her pose, just out of reach. "’The mind of a game developer does not work on a set schedule. When the idea hits, it hits hard. The smart boss would give his employees access to the system at all hours, but concerns about company secrets and unintended leaks make this a struggle. Working a traditional eight to five schedule often ends up detrimental as tired developers try to remember what slipped through their exhaustion and dreams.’"

  "That was three years ago." She pushed past him.

  They almost touched. Her shoulder was just inches from his chest as she headed back into the hall. Chance was just glad to know she remembered what she'd written. He was broke, but he wasn't that broke, and if he could make Silk into the game he planned, his core team would end up very wealthy. He'd love to be able to put Destiny Pierce on the list of credits.

  Like a miniature tornado, the dark-haired ghost headed through the building on a mission. Chance just followed behind her, a smile playing on his lips. He'd already convinced her. He wasn't sure what had done it, but he could tell. She was going to take the job. When she headed up to his loft, he couldn't help but laugh.

  "Dez." She looked back, and he tossed her a set of keys. Unlocking the door, she stepped in, pausing just beyond. "I'm behind you," he murmured.

  Her shoulders relaxed, and she took a deep breath. "It's so bright in here."

  "What?"

  He'd already had his loft remodeled. The floors were covered in laminate and soft rugs. The kitchen was modern and, while not top of the line, it was more than sufficient. The bathroom was massive and had plenty of room for two even though he lived alone. The best part was the light. Skylights and high windows kept it feeling airy, not like an old office over an abandoned warehouse.

  "Got any beer?" She was clearly changing the subject.

  He let her. "How old are you, Dez?"

  "Twenty. You?"

  "Twenty-seven. Do you really think I'm going to give you alcohol?"

  She adjusted the piercing through her septum then shoved her hand into her pocket. Pulling out a brownish-orange plastic bottle, she dropped into a well-padded chair without asking. Tilting her head, daring him to say a damned thing, she opened the top and tossed back two pills before rolling the plastic container between her fingers.

  "I need enough money to keep Vicodin on hand. If I'm busted, you don't know shit about it; I get that. Can't take the risk to your rep and all. Thing is, I'm gonna get drunk, too. I'm gonna get fucked up in just about any way I can, but your damned network will sing." She pulled her eyes from the bottle and onto him, a shocking clarity in the brown depths considering how many drugs she'd probably eaten already. "So, you get me the money, and I figure out a way to make it happen – which is illegal and will be done on your network – or you just buy the fucking whiskey and let me steal it."

  He leaned over and snatched the pill bottle from her hands, careful not to touch her. Slowly, he read the label, surprised to see that it was actually prescribed under her name. "Oh, I don't care how fucked up you get, little girl. What I care about is you dying before I get my shit working."

  "I could only be so lucky." The words were under her breath, but he heard.

  "What happened, Dez?"

  She thrust out her hand, demanding the bottle back. "I decided to try something new. Time for a change of pace."

  "Home Depot?" Chance tossed the pills at her then headed to his fridge, pulling out a pair of beers. Twisting the top off one, he passed it over. "I just want enough information to not make your life any harder, ok?"

  "I quit the scene three years ago." She shrugged. "I don't want my name on anything. I just want a damne
d place to stay and get high."

  He tilted the bottle, taking a sip. "K. I'll give you the right to change your mind about that later, but I'll respect it. What else?"

  "Don't touch me."

  "Haven't yet."

  Slowly, she was starting to relax. Like a wild animal trapped in a cage, knowing she had a way out was all she needed. She wasn't ready to run past him yet, but he could see her eyes soften. They were so large, like a deer's. He just hoped the light never faded out completely. It was already too damned close.

  Dez took a long gulp of the beer, then belched, not even trying to hide it. "Until it's done, you get me anything I need. I promise it will be below your budget."

  "Already figured that." He dropped his head slightly. "I'm not talking work. I'm talking about you. We're about to be roommates."

  "No dress code?"

  "None," he agreed.

  She took another long drink, her eyes turning to the pills in her hand. "Just don't touch me." Her voice quavered on the last word.

  "I'll fire anyone who does."

  She looked up, a glimmer of trust hiding behind her lashes. "Sometimes I scream in my sleep."

  "Should I ignore it or wake you?" He tried to keep it bland, but he couldn't help but wonder what happened to make her so timid. This wasn't the same person who'd written the blogs that had shaped his career.

  "I don't know," she admitted. "No one's ever been around when it happens."

  "Then we'll wing it. What else?"

  "I don't want anyone to know I'm here. That's how they found me, by knowing what game I was working on."

  They. He had no idea who they were, but she'd just told him more than anyone else knew. Chance nodded, accepting that. "Which is why your name tag said Candice?"

  "Yeah. I hated that name, but it was one they had lying around." She tipped the bottle and drained the last of her beer, oddly coherent for someone on as many chemicals as he knew were in her system.