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Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

His touch was firm, protective, and it gave me the courage to keep walking even though I felt like collapsing under the weight of all those angry eyes. As we stepped into the corridor, whispers followed us. I caught pieces of them—ugly words, mocking laughter, disbelief. “His secretary? Impossible.” “She doesn’t deserve it.” “He must be blinded.” Each word pierced me like a blade. My chest tightened, and shame crawled all over my skin. I kept my head down, clutching the strap of my bag so tightly that my fingers went numb.

she replied, the corner of her lips raised in disdain. "I'm sorry for being oblivious to who you are, ma'am," I bent my head low. "Keep your head up straight, newbie!" I looked up at her, slightly furrowing my brow as I looked at her. "You're the secretary of the President. For whatever reason, you're in a spot most folks desperately covet. So behave as one worthy of the status you've attained." I looked at her, amazed at how authoritative she was. In a few seconds, she instilled a mind shift.

Bella Pov A package arrived at my mom's house addressed to me from a publishing company. I opened it and found a manuscript with a cover letter. "Dear Ms Morgan, We are publishing a memoir by Karen Tyler titled 'The Other Woman: A Love Story.' As someone mentioned extensively in the book we wanted to give you an advance copy and an opportunity to provide comment. Please contact us if you would like to respond." My hands shook as I read the letter. Karen was writing a book. A memoir about the affair. About the trial. About everything. And they were publishing it. They were going to put Karen's version of events out into the world and let her profit from destroying my life.

Priscilla sighed in annoyance and replied, "I know, I just assumed we were on the same page." "Nope. We're not even on the same book," Matteo quipped sarcastically. "My book is called, The Blind Ceo and your book is called an insane woman with privacy issues," Priscilla rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe the titles Matteo had come up with. "Aren't you being a tad bit dramatic," Priscilla mocked. "I thought that was for women," "Says the woman with a secret office she uses to spy on people for fun," Matteo retorted.

he dismissed. “Okay sir” she bowed. When leaving she sees Alisha's resentment glare lingering on her. She sighed, wondering what the lady dealt. They just met today, why the cold shoulder and arrogance? “Hey, Mackey. Who's that?” Amy asked when she got to the secretary’s cubicle. “Some new external Architect” she scoffed as she took her seat. “What is the tone for? Like you’re piss” Amy leaned on the counter. “She's a handful bitch” she typed in her password into her computer. She was evoked by Alisha's attitude toward her.

"You're Hailey, aren't you? You really look like a home wrecker! Let me tell you, Sean is my man. He's my boyfriend. Don't seduce him!" Hearing that, all the people in the secretary department were stunned. ..... ..... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

a voice rings from the office, so loud that the secretary and I push back into our seats, backs slamming hard against the wall. "And never you come back!" it yells further. The last applicant rushes out of the office, looking like she just had a tussle with the devil himself. Her documents fly out of her grasp; she kneels to gather them, hands shaking, then storms off. I and the secretary exchange looks. "The madam is..." she mutters, "hard to please." I swallow. She lets out a shaky breath. "Just do your best and leave the rest to God." I blink. Yeah. Like she acting like a maniac right now will appreciate, 'my best.'

"It's you again!" She glanced at the overturned coffee cup angrily. "Just you wait. I’ll have Mr. Whitman fire you, you blind secretary!" Secretary? Madeline took a look at what she was wearing. Had she worn too professional-looking clothes today? Jeremy seemed to have heard the noise just then. He went over, his worldly temperament stringing along his strong aura.

A mother who nurtures your well-being and teaches you how to become a great woman. Sometimes, Marissa misses her parents, but she does not know how to feel when she would have been with them – because they were never there. The bitterness went to her throat, but she swallowed it, for it was not her moment. It is her boss and his mother’s. The secretary must have roamed all of the corners of the office while Madame Margarita Montero and the CEO exchanged personal conversations. They are both comfortable since for so many times Marissa existed in every moment of the CEO’s whereabouts, but she leaked no information. It only meant that she was a trustworthy person and the best secretary of the c