Oath (The FX Resources Series)

There were two things I didn’t do—entertain what I couldn’t have. Or take risks I couldn’t mitigate or outright control.

Then two years post forced retirement, depressed, and bored, I was headhunted by a yoked white boy I’d met only a handful of times and fully planned to turn down his job offer. Until I turned a corridor in the quietest office I’d ever toured and saw her.

Four inch designer heels. Tight pencil skirt. And a face that gave me no reason to believe I would ever touch her, let alone keep her.

One single moment in time, now a core memory was all it took to end twenty years of steadfast adherence.

One where I grew familiar with incalculable risk and not even the perception of control and I’d accepted it. But Karma was due and mine had come to collect.

I’d taken an oath—till death do us part.

It was about to be tested.