I tried to breathe normally when the elevator doors dinged open. I followed Peter inside the office of the people who started to hunt me down seven years ago. I flashed a charming smile at anyone who looked my way, which seemed to be everyone in the entire white collar crime unit. Then again, who wouldn't want to see Peter's new pet convict? The FBI's newest asset? The criminal who out smarted Peter for 3 whole years and was caught by Peter…twice. Many looked at me in disgust. Still wondering what made Peter agree to let me out of prison to be his consultant.
"So this is what it looks like." I stated, trying to ignore the hostile glares. I was in enemy territory now. Well, technically old enemy territory. I suppose this is actually supposed to be friend territory. I suppressed a shudder at the thought. Peter looked at me in slight amusement. Almost like he knew what I was thinking.
"Don't act so surprised," He said. I just gave him an innocent look in return. "We both know this isn't the first time you've seen the inside of the FBI."
"True." I said, immensely enjoying the shocked look Peter gave me. I silently laughed at the thought that Peter thought he was about to get a confession from me. "Some movies are extremely accurate." I smirked at his expression.
"Yeah, well, here is my office," Peter gestured at the room we just walked into.
"Nice conversation shift," I said acting oblivious to Peter's annoyed look. "So where's my office?" Peter snorted.
"You actually think we're stupid enough to trust you with an office?" Peter asked. "You're desk is down there." Peter pointed to an empty desk in the middle of the large room below. "Right where I can see you."
"You have noticed that all the office walls are glass, right?" I asked, not entirely sold on being in the middle of hostile territory.
"Cowboy up. It's not like they're going to eat you alive."
"That's what you think," I muttered under my breath as I turned my gaze back to my new desk…and all the angry glares below.