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"Does it look like I have to answer you, Miss?" I could feel steam coming out of my ears as I curved my fists into a ball. With a fake smile on my lips which I managed to put, I asked, "Boss, why did you tell my secretary to stay within her limits when she just gave you the blue file which contains information for the Arizon Fashion?" Zaiden crossed his arms against his chest and said, "How can you send your assistant to give me the file you were supposed to give? Aria, you know I hate it when someone doesn't keep their word."

Their eyes locked, determination etched on their faces. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" In a final twist of fate, Marissa's scissors cut through Jasmine's paper. She let out a cheer of victory, relief washing over her. "Yes! I win!" Jasmine pouted playfully. "Fine, fine. You win this round." Maiari couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable competition between her friends. "Alright, Marissa, spill it. What's the secret?" Marissa took a dramatic pause, milking the moment for all it was worth. "Okay," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "We can't keep this to ourselves any longer. It's time Maiari knows."

I picked the phone and told the receptionist to bring some champagne and a glass,since I didn’t have a secretary. “Now you’re talking, wait a minute don’t tell me you’ve fired that pretty secretary of yours.” he asked and I scoffed. “You call that monkey pretty.” “Hey bro, Dinah is pretty and also good in bed.” he added with a wink, I shook my head. Ben is a complete man whore and I wonder how I became friends with him. “Good thing I fired her,I wouldn’t want you to fuck all my workers Ben, but by tomorrow I’m getting a new one who would be interviewed personally by me.”

“In fact… I think I know a way you can repay me.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s that supposed to be?” “You can accompany me to the Hockey Tournament Pre-Game Bonfire.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s just for seniors and the team. There'll be a big fire, music, food, drinks, everyone hanging out before the championship game. It’ll be fun, trust me and P.S, I'm not drinking until after the game so I'll be your sober getaway driver”

The perfect distraction. I focused on the setup as Lawrence stood in the middle, grinning like a devil. “Okay guys, time for our BW game. Guys only. Come on!” “What’s BW?” I whispered to Jenny. She shrugged, then leaned forward to ask a girl sitting near us. “Best and Worst,” the girl replied with a smirk. “Best and worst what?” Jenny pressed. The girl rolled her eyes like it was obvious. “Best and worst sex, duh.” “You gotta be kidding me,” I muttered, my jaw dropping.

“But it makes it human.” Monet presses her fingers to her lips, blinking rapidly. “Why tell me now?” she asks. “Because secrets rot,” Mother Margaret says. “And because forces are moving around you that thrive on partial truths.” Monet's thoughts ran to society. To Gabriel. Of Elara’s voice on the podcast—controlled, wounded, furious. Mother Margaret stands, smoothing her habit. “I will not stay long. I only came to give you what should have been yours from the beginning.”

"No way! What was she like? Was she as beautiful as everyone says she is?" Trevor chuckled. "Yes, she definitely was. But she's also very professional and focused." Warren's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh man, I hope I get the chance to meet her! Maybe she'll be impressed by my charm and hire me on the spot." Trev raised an eyebrow in amusement, but he didn't comment any further. Warren leaned in closer and whispered, "Hey, did you know that the job vacancy is actually for the CEO's personal secretary?"

But the buzzing wouldn’t stop. I pulled the phone out with shaking hands, still trapped between his body and the window. It was the unknown number. They'd just sent a new message with a blurry security still from inside the penthouse attached to it. In it was the image of us when we were arguing in the conference room earlier. The text read: Nice kiss, boys. The walls have eyes. Tell Sterling the merger files are next. Or Noah pays for what his brother started. Below the text was a live countdown timer.

Now that she thought about it, she was curious. "What did you take secretly in the mall today!" Betty looked at his gorgeous face with interest as she supported herself with her arms. "What I need for tonight." Bryson did not hide from her. Betty's eyes slightly widened, "How do you know that my menstrual period gone? I was the one who took it last night.” And then she had a little secret pleasure in thinking that when he asked for it again tomorrow, she could say that without security, he would certainly let her rest.

I got into my black G-Wagon and drove out of the mansion toward the lounge. --- “How do you get time to bang all these women?” I asked Adrian. I arrived at the lounge, and to my surprise, he was there early. I took a seat, and we ordered a mini pot of pepper soup with assorted meat and some beer to go with it. I caught a glance at Adrian’s chat list and was stunned. All women. Their profile pictures either showed a naked or half-naked lady. The glass behind him reflected his screen perfectly. I even saw him reply to one of them—the one with the naked profile pic—scheduling a night together.