All Chapters of The Forgotten Heiress: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

There was absolutely nothing little about what he did to me.I stared at him in disbelief.Dexter looked away briefly before meeting my gaze again.“I don’t think humiliating me the way you did that day is little, sir. You called me names. I pleaded for a second chance, but you refused.”I said trying to control the anger burning inside of me.“You also insulted me.” He raised a brow. “Doesn’t that make us even? I mean, I’m your boss. What employee insults their boss? Yet I’m willing to turn a blind eye to that.”This was manipulation at its highest level.“The reason I called you here is that I want to correct what happened that day.”I slowly sat back in my chair. My heart suddenly started beating faster.“What do you mean?”He looked at me, serious.“I want you back.”Something about the way he said it didn’t sit right with me.“You want me back?” I repeated.“Yes. As my assistant,” he added calmly.Yes!I screamed inside my head.My plan was back on track. I couldn’t wait to tell Bl

A few minutes later, we were seated at Blake’s rooftop bar.The city stretched endlessly around us, and the air felt cool and refreshing.Blake poured wine into my glass before filling his own.“Work has made it so hard to have you in this house.” He glanced at me briefly.“You know how hectic my part-time job was. I barely had time.”“That’s why I wanted you to work in my company.” He handed me my glass. “But you refused.”“If I had worked in your company, it’s obvious you would have given me preferential treatment.” I took a sip.Blake had offered me a well-paying job several times in his company, but I always declined. Despite knowing he was only trying to help, I just felt taking the job would have been selfish.“Athena.”He snapped his fingers in front of my face.“Sorry.” My attention returned to him.“You know I can’t keep depending on you forever.” I crossed my legs and looked at him.“Hmmm.” He leaned back in his chair. “And who said you’re depending on me? Every time you say

I knocked on the door once before opening it.“Good morning, sir,” I greeted as I walked into the office.I didn’t get a response.Typical Dexter.His guilt must have been the only reason he answered my greeting yesterday. Now he was back to his selfish self.I stopped in front of his desk.His fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard of his laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen. For someone who had just arrived, wasn’t it too early to be buried in work?I was going to have to get used to his habit of calling for someone only to completely ignore them when they arrived.I frowned as I watched him“Mia.”I immediately fixed my face when he finally looked up at me.“Fox will be here soon and will hand over the iPad and schedule to you so you can—”The door opened before he could finish.Both our eyes shifted toward it.Fox walked in wearing a white shirt and black suit with a black tie this has been his outfit since I started working here.“You came just in time,” Dexter said. “Please h

I had already booked a cab while I was inside to avoid any more delay.By the time I got outside the taxi driver was already waiting.I walked over, opened the door, and got in.“Sammy’s Sandwich Shop,” I said hurriedly.The driver nodded and pulled away.On the way there, I kept checking my watch.Every few seconds my eyes dropped back to it.When the cab finally stopped, I nearly jumped out before it fully parked.I rushed inside.Thankfully there was no line. Just a few people sitting at tables eating their meals.The smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filled my nose the moment I entered.Much better than that crowded coffee shop. Behind the counter stood a man who appeared to be in his twenties, with an apron tied around his waist and a friendly smile on his face.I walked over to him “Good morning. Welcome to Sammy’s.” he greeted“Hi,” I replied adjusting the coffee pack on my hands“I need an egg-white sandwich on whole wheat bread. No cheese.”I paused, trying to reme

As the day went by, I was careful not to annoy Dexter any further.After the sandwich disaster, I gave my full attention to every task he assigned.For hours, I sorted files, followed him to meetings, carried documents, booked appointments, and ran errands around the building.By three o’clock, I finally had a moment to myself.I sank into my chair and stretched my back until it cracked slightly.“Ahhhh.”Being Dexter’s assistant was far more exhausting than I imagined.I was used to hard work. I had spent years juggling different part-time jobs.But lately, my body seemed to get tired more easily.And with my health declining, all the running around wasn’t helping.My chest had been hurting on and off all day, but I tried my best to ignore it.My stomach suddenly growled.“Ugh. I’m starving.”I reached beneath my desk and pulled out the hot dog I bought that morning.I took a bite and continued working on the appointments Dexter wanted booked for next week.The office phone rang.I a