She turns pale at my words, and after a moment, hisses, "An asset? A little whore like you? I've heard things about you, Cynthia. You've been warming Norman Moore's bed since you were sixteen. He's passed you around in his social circle as well." Sharon scoffs, "To think that Alpha Moore would give his older son such used goods––""I think that's enough," I say, trying to control the tremor in my hands. "You have a problem with me, you talk to Adam Moore. I don't have to listen to your garbage accusations.""Pity," Sharon sneers. "Why would he fire you? All you have to do is spread your legs for him and he––""If you think him so weak-minded," I say, "then why are you working for him?"She falls silent, her expression twisting. "I didn't call him weak-minded.""That's what you implied," I retort. "You think me whoring myself out to your CEO will convince him to keep me hired on even though my character is stained, right?""Excuse me?" Comes a cold voice from the doorway.I look over t
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