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Meghan's POV "Miss Meghan Price is the new director." I thought I was dreaming as he pronounced carefully. There was like a strong silence filling the room as he spoke. Then Paulina's voice thundered. "What!??" "I don't think you all should be too surprised about this. Miss Meghan is one of the company's finest business owners around here." This produced a scoff from Paulina. "Yea? Is that why she's in huge debts right now? We know of her cheap attempts begging money from banks and all!"

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“Hello Luna, how lovely to meet you. I'm Phoebe. If you will follow me ill take you to Emily.” “It's nice to meet you, Phoebe; please call me Quinn,” I told her as I followed her through the hall to Emily’s office. Phoebe knocked on the door and waited until Emily shouted, come in before we entered. “Quinn, glad to see you made it. I wasn't sure if you would be in after this morning. I bet that wasn't pleasant. How's Megan doing?” “It was hard, but she's strong, and Summer is looking after her today.”

he tells me. Meghan is the out going beauty queen of the campus and so many girls die to be her friends. The little I have heard about is that she gets any guy that she feels like she wants and that she has a connection to the president of the country. That is so funny since she uses that to get to any one including bullying any one. "Do you mind going with me.?" I ask him. "Not at all" he says. "But we are two " I tell him to make him ware .

Comfortable. The bright blue bookshelf, filled with various cookbooks and novels, drew his gaze. He realized the entire space was colorful, and it seemed to be exactly as he would’ve imagined Megan Flannigan’s house: bright and well-loved. When she emerged from the bathroom, her hair wet, with her wearing nothing but a tank top and short pajama bottoms, Caleb couldn’t stop himself from turning into some kind of hunting dog, suddenly on point and on alert. She was beautiful, her skin creamy, her red hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. He drank her in, from the curve of her neck to the bright purple polish on her toes.

Ashton's POV I hate that Megan lost her self-confidence because she thought she doesn't have the right to fight back with Lauren and her friends. After all, she doesn't belong to our society. But even if Megan is not the daughter of a millionaire or billionaire, Meg has a right to be treated equally by those girls, and I hate that they do this to her. Megan is intelligent and a bright student, but she was so afraid of them because she thought he is just a scholar of our school. And I can tell that my girl is so afraid to lose her scholarship if she talks back with them or tells them to back off. I already speak with Lauren, and I couldn't believe that she will do this to Megan again.

I’m happy you made his wish come true. So, tell me about you. adjusting his trouser belt. Here we go again, I’m trying to avoid answering questions like this. I heaved a sigh. I’m Meghan. I used to have a flower shop. And now I’m on probation in your company. I said and smiled wryly. I could hear him laugh so hard. Well, you just have to prove to me you’re the right person for this job. But why didn’t you consider working for any firm when you had finished college.

“Meghan, keep up the good work. Zach, did you want to take a read?” Normally Zach would have declined the opportunity given the amount of smut he had already seen that day. This time, he found himself curious. Their reactions had shown it was good. He got up and came to look for himself. His face heated up as he read the first line and he only felt more embarrassed as he read down the page. It was undeniably well written smut, it just wasn’t for him. “Bless him,” Meghan said and patted his side. “You can go back to your desk. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable here.”

Now, in the harsh morning light, the reality of our shifted dynamic hung heavily in the quiet room. Meghann shifted against me. A soft sigh parted her lips, her eyelashes fluttering as she dragged herself out of a deep sleep. She opened her green eyes, blinking against the dawn light. For a fraction of a second, she looked entirely peaceful. Then, the memories of the bridge, the shattered glass, and the backseat crashed into her mind. I felt the exact moment her body went rigid. She pushed herself up, breaking the contact between us. She grabbed the edge of the thick quilt and pulled it up to her collarbone, covering her bare shoulders. She wouldn't look at me. She stared straight ahead at t

He added before she shut the door. Megan walked back to her quarters with her head held high. She knew it was only a matter of time before the servants in the dining hall spread the news. She got to her quarters and requested a bath. “Okay, Luna.” Rosetta answered and rushed to the bathroom. She wondered how long it would take until Rosetta and Brianna no longer showed her any respect as they were one of the few people in the castle who didn’t gossip whenever she walked by them. Megan soaked in her bath for up to an hour, resting her head at the edge of the tub. Surprisingly, she did not feel like crying. She didn’t actually think that Richardson would ever ask for a divorce. Well, she didn’