Your Company, Not My Life
Still smiling, she threw in, "Mr. Cromwell and I have a client meeting later. Just leave the docs on his desk. Oh—and tidy up his office before you go."
Then she strutted off like she owned the floor, heels clicking, mood sky-high.
Around me, the office fell quiet. My coworkers shot me that awkward look—half pity, half helpless.
Everyone knew Derrick Cromwell, CEO of Vantrel Corp, was my fiancé. Everyone also knew he blatantly played favorites, and Molly was his number one.
He'd yanked her from another firm, made her director, then handed her a million-dollar project I'd busted two months bringing in and prepping.