Cheat (Karma Inc. Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

folder and a series of files appeared. He touched one, titled Summary, and it enlarged. A picture spun and zoomed in. The picture was of an attractive man in his late twenties, early thirties. He had the look of a free spirit. His hair was long and almost touched his shoulders, falling in waves around his face. He had sexy bedroom eyes that were a bright shade of blue and his lips were turned up in such a way that made him look like he was about to break out into a fit of laughter.
    “He’s pretty,” I said.
    “He knows it too. Meet Bishop, Bishop Klein. He’s the bartender at the Spotted Calf.”
    “I’ve been there a few times,” I mused. Knowing that I had, but not able to focus on any particular memories.
    “He’s been the bartender for the last six years.”
    “I don’t remember him. What’s his issue?” I asked, touching the wall and bringing up a packet that was titled Negative Offenses. The list was long and went on for page after page.
    “Top offenses includes stealing, cheating on his girlfriend, who’s pregnant with his child for a bonus, and he’s thinking about venturing into pharmaceutical sales. If he goes down that route, he’ll not only ruin his own life, but that of his unborn child’s, and his sister’s. So, he needs to be put in check. He needs a taste of the bad karma he’s been accruing, but not so it will push him into selling. The girlfriend’s got quite a bit of negative energy built up too, but he’s your main target. The goal is to put that baby in a stable environment when it’s born.”
    “Way to give me an easy one, right off the bat, Brandon.”
    “None of your cases will ever be easy, Cassie.”
    “Is that a threat?” I laughed uncomfortably. “That last one with Tiffany was a breeze, sail in, destroy that chick’s identity theft ring and bug out.” I pointed to the panel. “We didn’t have to worry about being too harsh to push the chick to do more damage. What if I screw up?”
    “You’ll know what to do. I told you, you’ve got that intuitive thing kicking. The Powers That Be assign the cases, they must think highly of you. I don’t know why they want to up your ante, only that this is what they want.”
    “I don’t think I like this, and up my ante? What’s that? Who decides this?” I asked, wincing at how squeaky my voice came out.
    “The Powers That Be, Cassie, don’t tell me why. I just get my orders and I’m expected to follow them. They’ve given you a case that would normally go to an operative that’s a little more seasoned.”
    “Do they ever give a reason?”
    “No,” he said with a shrug.
    I sat down with a sigh and looked at the panel, taking in all the information. Whoever compiled all this crap was thorough. Everything about this guy Bishop was in here, from his favorite foods, to his weird habits.
    “I figured the easiest way to get to know Bishop is by working at the bar with him, there’s an opening for a bartender position. This way you’ll be working with him and be able to assess what will turn him around quickly.”
    “I’ve never tended bar in my life,” I whined.
    “Not necessary.” He grabbed my hand. “You’re Cassidy Hail, you were working at the college bar, The Black Cat, for the last year, but want to move closer to the city.” I felt the tickle of the truth in his statement. Drink recipes flashed in my head and I had a sudden craving for fried onion rings.
    “Hail, really?” I glanced at the mirror over the sofa and saw that my hair had lightened to an almost white blonde and with a glance down I realized that my tits were now filling out my bra better. Suddenly the last name was the last of my worries.
    “Gah, Brandon, do I need bigger tits to tend bar?”
    “More tips,” he smiled.
    The new tatas looked lewd in the top I wore. It needed to be a size bigger. I tried to concentrate on it and broke into a smile as the material gave way and my new breasts had a bit of breathing room.
    “You’re