FAZER LOGINIt was a skin-tight, nearly see-through mesh bodysuit that was more vulgar and revealing than anything Walton had ever forced me to wear. The fabric was cheap and reeked of the tawdry desperation of a lowly nightclub.But this time, Walton was the one who was being forced into those scraps of clothes."I was only hired for admin work and not as a male escort, Ms. Sage," Walton said. His face was pale as he tried to salvage the last, pathetic shred of his pride.There was a sudden, clear slap.Margot pulled her hand back, and her jowls trembled with indignation. "What's the high and mighty act for? Wasn't this exactly what you did at your last company?"You were fine doing it back then, but why can't you now?"I'm telling you—don't bring that director attitude in there. You know that you're blacklisted, and you should be grateful that I even hired you."A little touching won't kill you, and now that you work for me, you do what I say."Walton clutched his burning cheek and clenc
After Walton was done with his rant, he kicked the chair aside and stormed out.Just like he'd said, bad news traveled fast. Word of the company's "male escort" approach in entertaining clients spread through the industry after Mable's public outrage. Their credibility collapsed overnight.Investors who'd been on the fence pulled out in droves, while suppliers who were worried they wouldn't receive their final payments sent trucks to haul away their goods overnight. In less than a month, the company collapsed under the weight of broken capital chains and declared bankruptcy.Lynette was buried in debt and spent her days dodging debt collectors.As for Walton, he remained delusional even after getting fired. He was convinced that he was a catch and that he could easily land a management role anywhere.Every day, he styled his hair with gel, donned designer suits, and walked into office buildings in polished leather shoes around the business district. But soon, reality hit him hard
Lynette lunged over and practically pleaded. "It was all a misunderstanding! Walton's just an idiot, and I've given him a serious warning!"Ril—no, Mr. Jensen, if you'd come back, the vice president position is yours. Name your salary."You can even be the boss if you want, and I'll step down to be your vice president, as long as you stay with us."Even the colleagues who'd followed Walton's lead and shunned me were suddenly all smiles. "She's right, Riley. The team can't function without you.""I always knew Riley was the real talent. Walton can't even compare."Watching the spineless opportunists switch sides so fast made me sick, so I cut Lynette off and said, "Ms. Nash, I'm never coming back. But since we worked together, I'll give you a piece of friendly advice."I walked over to Walton's laptop, pulled up a data file with practiced ease, and pointed at a row of figures highlighted in red."Mr. Frazier faked the core metrics in a rush to meet deadlines and steal credit. I
Walton's expression was dark. As he swallowed his fury, he explained, "Mr. Fletcher, we worked through the night to revise this—""And this is the result of an all-nighter?" Eason cut him off. He took a sip of his coffee and immediately frowned. "The proposal's a disaster, and the coffee's instant. Is this how you treat a client?"The coffee was a premium roast, but since Eason had shown up late, it had sat too long and lost its taste. But Walton dared not explain, as he wouldn't want to offend Eason."Also, I asked for a five-year market forecast, so why are you showing me last year's data? Are we here to reminisce about your childhood?"For a solid hour, Eason tore into everything from the proposal to the coffee, and from the data applied to Walton's tie. Every single detail Walton was responsible for was stripped bare and ridiculed.Walton's expression turned gloomier by the minute, and sweat beaded on his forehead. In the end, I did most of the work while he was responsible
"Mr. Jensen! Mr. Jensen, please just reconsider…" Lynette desperately pleaded behind us.The moment we stepped out, Mable grabbed me by the ear and shoved me straight into her car."Mable! Ow! That hurts! "This isn't the way home; where are we going?" I protested and peered out at the unfamiliar streets.Gripping the steering wheel, Mable shot me a look of pure loathing at my deep-V, see-through shirt. Her expression was gloomy as she snapped, "I'm taking you shopping!"If Mom and Dad see you walking into the house wearing those scraps of fabric, they'll skin me alive!"Mable was a woman of action. Not only did she drag me into a mall, but she also summoned my best friend, Eason Fletcher, over as a style consultant. The mission was to dress me in a way that would minimize the lecture she was bound to receive later.After tossing that flamboyant shirt into the trash can like it was waste, Eason started holding up the latest seasonal looks against me. His brows were deeply furrow
The private room fell into a dead silence. Walton could barely hold his wine glass still. As it slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor, the arrogance on his face drained away and left him pale as paper."B-Brother? Ms. Cobb, you must be joking."He forced a laugh, his eyes darting between Mable and me. "He's a Jensen, while you're a Cobb. How could you possibly be siblings? This must be—""I took our mom's last name, and he took our dad's. Is that a problem?"Mable didn't even look up at him as she cut off his last bit of hope. Then, she turned to me, and her tone carried slight disappointment as she said, "Brat! Have you been telling people out there that you're from the mountains?"I blinked innocently at her. "Well, our hillside villa is halfway up a mountain. I used to live there, so I'm technically from the mountains, am I not?""How dare you!"Walton shot to his feet and pointed in my face as he cursed, "You did that on purpose, Riley! You said it like that







