Getting hazed on Halloween had to be a clear indication that Amelia was in trouble. Especially when one considered the fact that she was damn near thirty. She grimaced and pulled her coat closer to her cold body before stepping out of her vehicle. The north-eastern autumn weather was unnaturally cool. She took that as an omen.
A bad one.
She gritted her teeth and reminded herself she'd decided to start fighting for what she wanted. Straightening her shoulders, she marched on. Getting hazed was the first step in her fight for the corner office in her company's marketing division. The click of her low heels seemed to thud through her mind as she took each step towards the front door. The walk up the cobblestone path reminded Amelia of her freshman year in college. Of her first experience with hazing.
Despite her familiarity, she was no less nervous about the coming experience.
She'd joined a sorority then for the camaraderie and connections the organisation had promised. She'd never once regretted her actions. Now she was about to embark on a journey that was going to allow her to join an more elite organisation. The Council of Promise.
That was the whispered name of the three-person organisation that reportedly determined who climbed up her company's corporate ladder.
JAK, Inc. Using the initials from their first names to title the company, Janus Christensen, Agostino Bonacelli, and Konstantin Jovovich had come together to create JAK, Inc. The company specialised in consumer technology. Amelia was a lower level executive in the marketing division.
She stopped several feet away from the cascading steps that led to the main door and simply stared at the building before her. According to the invite that sat in her front left pocket, the massive log home in front of her was one of the many houses provided for the executives of JAK, Inc., one of the nation's fastest growing companies.
But JAK, Inc. was unique in the corporate world because it was owned and managed by paranormals. The Christensens were werewolves, the Bonacellis were-tigers and the Jovoviches were vampires. As a human, Amelia had one strike against her. She'd been shocked when she discovered the true nature of her colleagues, but more than that she'd been disappointed to find her career was going to be hindered by her humanity.
Then one night, Rickard, one of her co-workers and a trusted friend, had whispered that the Council of Promise could help her overcome her issue and rise higher in the company. Rikard also mentioned it wouldn't be easy to get the Council's attention. But more importantly she had to capture the interest of at least two Fates.
The Three Fates were the ruling body of the Council.
They were the true leaders of the corporation and it was no small feat to snag their attention.
Actually, the word the man had used was impossible. Few humans were worthy of the Fates' notice. But Amelia was used to accomplishing the undoable. When she'd seen the blood-red invitation card sitting on her desk when she returned from her lunch break, she'd nearly passed out in relief. She'd been even more surprised when she saw the address on the note. Amelia glanced back at the building before her.
Rumour had it, the home was currently being occupied by none other than Mr. and Mrs. Christensen, one of the three couples who'd founded the corporation more than five hundred years ago.
The anxious feeling about the upcoming hazing doubled-no, tripled.
At least this time it's for work, she thought as she gripped the doorknocker.
She breathed into her cold palms as she waited for someone to answer the door. After the third blow the door swung open to reveal a dour looking butler.
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