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Author: Ariella's Pen
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-03 20:21:29

After that incident, a decision had solidified in Mark’s mind. He had Teresa transferred to the desk directly outside his office. No reason given, none offered. When she pressed relentless for an answer he gave a bland one. Just a new seat one with a better view and a more direct line of sight. She took the explanation, feeling grateful and pleased that he was concerned about her. It was a strategic move on his part, positioning her within his immediate orbit, a constant presence that he could monitor, observe, and control. The move was a silent declaration of his ownership, an unspoken warning to anyone else who dared to approach.

“Sir,” she had said one afternoon, her voice soft, tentative. “Do you want me to schedule the boardroom for your lunch meeting?”

“No.” He closed his laptop with a slow, deliberate snap, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of his office. “Cancel it. I don’t like eating with people who bore me.”

She blinked, her eyes wide with a flicker of surprise. “Woul
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    Teresa's POV Sophie raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading on her face. “Bold claim. I like it. The possessiveness is a good look on you.”He ignored her completely, picking up the toy rifle. It looked comically small in his large, capable hands. He checked the sight, shook his head at its flimsiness, and then pressed the stock against his shoulder. His focus was absolute. He tracked the lead duck for a second, then squeezed the trigger. There was a loud crack and the lead duck tipped backward with a satisfying ding.He didn’t even smile. He just placed the gun down neatly, took the small, foil-wrapped chocolate bar from the booth attendant, and handed it to me with a completely deadpan expression. “Here,” he said. “Don’t get spoiled.”I took the chocolate, my laughter bubbling up again. “You are utterly impossible.”“And you are far too easily entertained,” he muttered back, but the corner of his mouth twitched.We moved on, Victor and Sophie trailing us like overly enthusiastic

  • The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary    Sixty Nine

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  • The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary    Sixty Eight

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    Teresa's POV.The sharp, electronic buzz of the hotel lobby phone seemed to scream directly into my ear. I jerked, sloshing lukewarm coffee onto my wrist. I hadn't even finished my first cup. The day was starting without my permission."The car is here for you, ma'am," a clipped voice informed me."Thank you. I'll be right down," I managed, my voice still rough with sleep and unspoken fears. I looked at the half-empty mug, a bitter symbol of the peace I wasn't allowed to have. With a sigh, I grabbed my bag, my fingers brushing against the crisp envelope inside. My resignation letter. It felt both like a shield and a sentence. Tucking it safely away, I squared my shoulders and stepped out into the morning.The cold air was a physical slap, sharp and bracing. I pulled my coat tighter, but the chill that settled in my bones had little to do with the weather. My mind was a thousand miles away, trapped in a tangled web of Mark, of my own cowardice, of the life I was fleeing and the one I w

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