A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss
"But I'm not doing it for you. I'm going to work hard and make myself proud."
"Ooh, look at you with the self-empowerment." She grinned, opening the cab door. "Next, you'll be posting inspirational quotes on I*******m and selling essential oils."
"Good night, Hazel," I said firmly, but I couldn't help smiling.
"Night, workaholic. Try to have some fun before you die of spreadsheet poisoning!" She slammed the door, and the cab pulled away from the curb, leaving me alone on the sidewalk.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, half-expecting to see Alexander's name on the screen. Instead, it was a text from Jackson.