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Fire On The Inside

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Ashley’s POV

After Fernando had left, Calvin’s anger had erupted.

“You reckless fool,” he snapped, standing behind his desk as though his sheer height would drive the point home harder. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Do you have any clue the danger you’ve brought on this entire office and yourself?”

I stood there, jaw tight, my fists clenched against my thighs. His words burned, but my pride refused to let me shrink.

“I told the truth,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “That’s all I did.”

Calvin’s face turned red, his hand slamming down on the desk so hard the pens rattled in their holder.

“The truth doesn’t matter when you’re dealing with someone like Fernando! He owns people, Ashley. He owns this building, for all I know! And you… you went and sent an email straight to the president calling for his head. Do you know how fast that got intercepted? Do you know how fast that landed on my desk?!”

“I don’t care,” I shot back, finally snapping. “Someone has to hold him
Osarumwense Osakue

🔥 Ashley’s suspension pushes her toward a dangerous line and an unexpected spark with someone new. But can she trust the man she just invited into her life, or is this only opening another door to betrayal? 👉 Stay tuned for the next chapter.

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