Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed [Good Will Ghost Hunting 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page B

that’s a good sign.
    The network assured her the apartment’s rent, utilities, and high-speed Internet would be paid, in advance, for a year. That meant since she didn’t have to pay for her car or housing, Kal could stash most of each paycheck in savings.
    This job was well worth it for that alone, even if it meant putting up with Will Hellenboek’s garbage.
    What was with that guy, anyway? Forget a chip on his shoulder—he hauled a friggin’ boat anchor’s worth of attitude. Handsome or not, he needed to suck it up and learn to get past having a girl as a producer. She didn’t see him smile a single time during the shoot. Kal assumed the magic of television and editing made Will look like a serious, brooding guy, but that really was his everyday persona. He acted no different off camera than on.
    Kal felt too tired to figure it out. She’d been up for over twenty-four hours and still had to find the production office later that afternoon. She dragged her suitcases inside, locked the door, and collapsed on the bed.
    Two hours later, her cell phone rang, waking her.
    Crud.
    “Hello, Mom.”
    “Did you get there okay? Your father was getting concerned.”
    “I’m fine, Mom. I was asleep.”
    “But it’s so late in the morning. Are you sick?”
    Kal rolled over and stared at the ceiling while trying not to groan. “Mom, I got off the plane and went straight to a shoot. I didn’t get home until seven this morning. A lot of the shoots take place overnight, it’s how the production schedule is set up. Some of the locations are only available at night. I told you that.” She just hadn’t told them what the show was about yet.
    Chicken.
    “Oh. Well, I certainly didn’t mean to interrupt your nap.”
    Kal closed her eyes. And so it begins. “Mom, I’m hanging up now. Tell Daddy I’m fine, life is fine, the apartment is fine, my job is fine. I’m not calling every day. I told him that when I left. I love you.”
    “Love you, too, honey.”
    Kal shut the phone off and stared at it. Now wide awake, even as tired as she felt, chances were she wouldn’t go back to sleep anytime soon.
    Her parents could make a fortune. The Guilt-O-Matic Alarm Clock. Guaranteed to take your good mood or deep sleep and chuck it right out the window, leaving you wide awake and stewing.
    Cripes, I’m a horrible daughter.
    The shower felt good. After unpacking, Kal found the apartment complex manager’s office and arranged for them to let the shipping company unload her things in the apartment when they arrived. One less thing to worry about. She also got directions to the nearest Starbucks.
    An hour later she used her map to locate Will’s office. Aidan told her she’d have a desk. While the production staff had been assigned by the network, most of the editing for this particular show happened on-site. That would be another of her eventual duties. It made her a little nervous, but Ryan Ausar assured her it was more a supervisory role than hands-on, at least for now. She could take time to learn before she dove in and started cutting shows together on her own.
    There was more to it, a lot of postproduction work done at network headquarters once the shows were in the can—sounds, titles, effects. Not her problem. Ausar said he’d handle those details for now.
    Will wasn’t at the office, thank goodness, but Aidan bounded out of the back room to meet her as soon as she walked through the door. He acted like a young puppy to Will’s lumbering old-dog attitude, even though the two men appeared close in age, probably late thirties or early forties.
    “Hey, you made it in early,” Aidan chirruped. “Didn’t expect to see you until well after lunch.”
    Kal had already decided she would try to act as professional as she could today to get off on the right foot and counteract Will’s less than welcoming air. “It’s my job. Where should I put my things?”
    “I’ve got an extra desk in my office for you. I rearranged this