LOGINWHITNEYConfusion flickers across my face as I wonder why Carl is asking to see me in his office all of a sudden.I don't understand... What have I done now?Nonetheless, despite my puzzlement, I get up from my chair and make my way to his office. It's best to find out what he wants without defying him.Carl has just taken off his suit jacket when I arrive. He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his tattoos that make me inwardly drool. Yet, I keep my focus on him as I approach his desk.Standing in front of him, I swallow a small lump, my pulse quickening with curiosity.He's not even paying attention to me after settling into his seat. Instead, he leaves me standing here for a minute or so while he reads through some paperwork on his desk.I'm starting to get really pissed off because why the hell did he invite me when he knew he wasn't going to say anything to me?Frustration simmers beneath my skin, causing a scowl to etch across my face.Eventually, after what feels like
"What do you mean?" I ask, puzzled. "Why did you say he's full of shit?""Because he is," Clara replies, scoffing incredulously. "He was flirting with you just now, wasn't he? It's okay. You can be honest with me. It's not like I'm going to tell your husband anything."I frown at her statement, a pang of annoyance stirring within me. Why does she think I care whether she tells Carl about my encounter with his CIO or not? Does she think I'm scared of him or something?However, despite my displeasure, I answer in a calm tone. "He wasn't... We were just talking. Like I said, he brought some documents that need reviewing." I pull open the drawer where I had kept the file Aiden gave me earlier and show it to Clara as evidence."Hmm." She nods in approval, prompting me to push the drawer shut. "Okay then.""You still haven't answered my question, though...""What question?" she asks with knitted brows, appearing to have forgotten what I asked her earlier.I repeat, "You told me to be wary o
WHITNEY.Clearing my throat after a moment to kill the awkwardness between Aiden and me, I inquire politely, "So... are you here for anything else, or did you simply come to surprise me with your peace offering this morning?"He licks his lips, grinning with amusement. "Uhm, not quite, but that was my first priority though," he teases.I shrug casually, smiling in return. "Okay. Now that we've gotten that little misunderstanding out of the way, we can go back to being regular colleagues."He hesitates, a hint of displeasure flickering across his expression, but then he replies, "Sure." He pulls out the file tucked under his arm and brings it up. "I was hoping to see President Sorrentino. Is he in? There's something I need his signature approval on."I shake my head, "No, he hasn't come in yet." Then I pause, glancing at the file in his hand with curiosity. "But you can leave the documents with me. I'll give them to him when he gets here.""You sure?""Yes, I'm sure.""Okay." He smiles
WHITNEY"Who is she?""That's her. The CEO's new secretary.""Is she really his wife?""Is that really Mr. Sorrentino's wife?""She came in with him yesterday. I think so.""She's really beautiful.""What does he see in her? She doesn't look all that."Annoyance courses through me at the last comment.Heading toward the elevator after the driver dropped me off at the company, these comments from Carl's employees fly around my head, drifting into my ears.I don't know whether they're doing it on purpose, but they really don't know how to be subtle about their gossip to save their lives.Two women trail behind me, whispering to themselves and asking these ridiculous questions about me. They're trying to figure out who the fuck I am since they've never seen me in the company before.Judging by their constant confused remarks, I wonder why they can't just walk up to me and ask the question that's plaguing them. I mean, that's not so hard. But of course, they're cowards.I keep my head hig
"I'm going to miss you," I say to Carmen for the upteenth time, holding her gaze with a sad smile.Taking off her dark shades, Carmen smiles in return, tucking strands of hair behind her ears as she addresses me. The morning breeze blows aggressively in our faces."I'm going to miss you too, Whitney," she adds, holding my hand in hers as she reassures, "I'll try to visit anytime I can.""Please, do," I tease. "I don't know how long I can possibly survive in this house without you."She chuckles heartily. "You'll be alright, trust me. Besides, you're working now. You won't be spending the whole day reading those boring-ass magazines anymore."I let out a laugh. "So you do know they're boring."She snickers. "Couldn't make it past the front pages while looking through them last night. Lucky you came in right on time."We both share a laugh at that.Withdrawing her hand, Carmen glances down at her wristwatch and frowns when she notices the time. She casts a look toward the mansion."What
Her eyes find mine again, and she nods assertively. "Yeah, he does. He's being a total hard ass, but he cares about you, Whitney. That's something I know for sure. He just doesn't know how to... show it." She pauses. "And he thinks you hate him too. So he's just being cautious."I don't know what to do as I process this flood of information. I blink weakly, mulling over Carmen's revelation in silence."Especially after what happened to Lia..." she adds solemnly, the atmosphere around us quickly shifting.My gaze snaps back to hers instantly at the mention of Carl's late ex-wife. My stomach drops as I once again recall the brutal fate of that woman. The rumors still haven't been cleared—Carl was the one who murdered her in cold blood.A cold shiver runs down my spine, my nerves fraying as I stare at Carmen.She's supposed to be the good one. How come she's still with him after the cruel thing he did?I don't understand any of it.Carmen notices my change in demeanor and asks with conce
"You have until the count of five to decide," he adds, and I still stubbornly hesitate.I was hoping I'd finally come up with a wise choice during his little counting spree, but the bastard completely catches me off guard.Sighing in resignation, he declares, "Five."Motherfucker didn't even count.
Two days ago, I meant it when I said I was starting over. For someone who's been so hellbent on getting revenge from the start, I think I'm doing pretty well at letting go so easily. Or that's what I like to believe.I've been so obsessed with finding justice for my friend to the extent that I forg
"What?" Ava's bewildered exclamation cuts me out of my trance. "Selective amnesia?""Yes," Dave affirms solemnly. "We are hoping he recovers from it soon."Disbelief courses through me as I process the bad news. God, I can't believe it.A tidal wave of disappointment crashes over me, washing away t
My heart pounds with both elation and relief on our ride to the hospital. Ava clearly shares my emotions, judging by the grin etched across her face as she navigates the road."I told you this would all be over soon, Whit. Now look— Fuck, I'm so happy." She blasts the horn by accident, prompting me







