Scarlett POV
"What the hell?"
I wiped the spot on the folder where his fingers had touched it before opening it.
Then I started reading.
I expected a trap. With Jaxen, expecting the worst wasn't paranoia.
It was an experience. But the more I read, the more confused I became.
This wasn't a threat. It was career advice.
Detailed career advice.
Professional. Specific. And, annoyingly.
Whoever had prepared it knew my work history.
They'd clearly gone through my skills, experience, and career path and laid everything out in a way that actually made sense.
There was even an entire section explaining why Borisen Group wasn't the best long-term fit for me.
I almost laughed.
I finished the last page and slowly closed the folder. Then I handed it back.
"Don't you think you're being ri
