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chat with Jin. Maybe they’ll let you work with another consultant.”
    â€œThat will only make me seem difficult. I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
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    Q UINN FOLLOWED A IDEN into the office of the company’s HR manager. But he left the door open in case someone returned to the office unannounced.
    He’d been anxious to see Quinn all day, to the point that he’d been distracted in meetings and fumbled his words when Jin had thrown him into a brainstorming session. Not like him at all.
    Women didn’t rattle his cage the way Quinn had. Usually, he was the cool, calm and collected type. Unattached. Good for a fun time only. He wasn’t against relationships per se, but they didn’t fit into his life. His job had always come first and what little time he had to himself was divided among his friends, family and a few hobbies.
    The women he’d dated had all been quickly pissed off at their low priority in his life. But he hadn’t promised them anything more. He figured he had years ahead of him to worry about finding a partner; for now he was on a mission to get his career on track. To make a name for himself that didn’t come with the privilege of association.
    But Quinn had blown his neat, consistent list of priorities right out of the water after only one night.
    â€œAre you sure you don’t want to head home? You’ve been here all day,” he said, ignoring the part of him that hoped she’d stay.
    â€œI’m not going anywhere.” She bounced on the balls of her feet. “What are we looking for?”
    She’d toned the Quinn-ness down for her first day undercover, swapping ripped skinny jeans and sneakers for neater black jeans and a pair of low-heeled ankle boots. On top she wore a fitted black tank top and a leather motorcycle jacket. The combination gave her a sexy, kick-butt ninja vibe.
    â€œI asked the HR Manager to set aside the employee files of anyone who’s faced disciplinary actions in the last twelve months.” He gestured to the neat stacks of files sitting on top of the filing cabinet. “We’re going to go through them and look for anything that might suggest the person has a grudge against the company. If he or she does, put that file into a separate stack, and that will form the basis of my interview list.”
    Bobbing her head, she made her way to the pile marked A–D. “I’ll start here.”
    â€œActually, do you mind if I take the A’s?” He tried not to cringe. Normally, he was on his game enough that he positioned himself with his working ear facing out. “That way you’ll be on my good side.”
    For a moment she looked as though she was going to offer some sympathetic comment, but instead she said, “So you’re Mariah Carey all of a sudden?”
    He laughed, relieved. “Yes, you may only take photos from my best angle.”
    Shaking her head, she switched places with him. “Is everything we need in these paper files?”
    â€œI don’t think so. Only things that have been printed out as part of the recruitment process and anything that requires a signature, like a disciplinary action.” Aiden took the pile next to her. “But it should be enough to help me when I start interviewing the staff tomorrow.”
    â€œWhat makes you think they’ll talk to you?” She scanned a document. “I wouldn’t.”
    â€œThey might not say much, but their bodies do the more valuable talking anyway.”
    â€œDid they train you to read body language at the FBI?” Her voice held a note of wariness rather than the curiosity that most people had when asking about his career.
    â€œYeah. It’s important for a lot of reasons, especially when you’re interviewing people.” He pulled another file from his stack, his finger catching the edge and flipping it open.
    â€œDo they teach you how to lie?”
    He took a