The Ex Assignment Novels & Stories

“Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I said softly. He studied my face for a second longer, then nodded once. “Good.” His attention shifted back to Isabel. “Prepare the next set of documents,” he said. “Yes, sir.” She moved immediately, but as she walked past me, she shot me a death glare.

When the Maybach knocked me down, my first instinct was to get up fast, pick up the bike, and ride away. I never expected to run into my ex like this after five years. Shawn Lubbard got out of the car and called after me. "After all this time, you're still out here tricking men into supporting you?" He looked me up and down. As he put his hand on mine, it felt like he was belittling and mocking me at the same time.

"Will you give it back now?" Sean, clutching the photo, sauntered over and stopped just a breath away, his gaze piercing me. "You want this?" "Yes, please, please give it back..." I nodded frantically, my hand outstretched for the cherished photo. Sean then smirked. He dropped the photo into a wine glass, tipped it out, and started grinding it under his shoe. I let out a gut-wrenching scream and collapsed at his feet, yanking at his leg in a fury. "Sean, you jerk! I did what you wanted, so why are you still doing this to me? What did they ever do to deserve this?"

He gushes, extending his hand for a handshake. Lucy’s father shakes his hand shortly, and I do the same when he offers it to me. “Who are you?” Ralph asks, as though he doesn't know. “Oh, I'm Austin Carter, sir. We communicated through email. I sent you a message concerning my company. My dad worked with you some …” “Ah, yes, I remember,” Ralph says, looking him up and down as though he doesn’t know who he is, his eyes indicating that he isn’t the least bit impressed by what he is seeing.

“Here’s the file, sir. These are the reports and highlights of the last meeting Natasha filled up on your behalf; our top investors and shareholders are threatening to withdraw from the company if the exponential growth of their investments doesn't come in handy.” Rex stretched a blue cover file to Damian who was buried in his office chair, rocking it from side to side, running his palm to and fro around his jaw lines, drawing an invisible pattern. “Drop it on the table.” He directed with a calm soothing voice. One could tell he wasn’t fine. But his body language and facial expression had told a different story.

“Once you sign the contract, we will arrange for your first auction for the new series.” After those words, he took a folder from in front of him and placed it before Genevieve, saying, “You can take it home and review the details, but have it on my desk by tomorrow morning.” “Yes, of course. Thanks.” Genevieve said, still in shock that she was signing with EXAT. Looking away from the two, Noah stared at the home screen as he thought, ‘Are father and mother here? They should be here to meet her as we arranged.’

“Yes, ma’am.” “And flag any clauses that allow discretionary trust payouts in the event of a personal claim,” she added. “I don’t want a cent funneled to Vera Sterling or her offspring under sympathy or ambiguity.” Victor hesitated. “That will require informing Mr. Donovan.” “No, it won’t,” Evelyn said crisply. “Draft the revisions. Email them to me. I’ll handle Asher.” Victor didn’t argue. “Understood.” Evelyn’s hand hovered over the speaker, but something made her stop.

Once more, there was a roar of praise, and I smiled and moved aside to let the models show off my work. Each piece flowed effortlessly, and I could see the approval in the faces of those watching. I couldn’t believe it.. they loved it. I did it. The executive team had just approved my designs. I was dying of happiness, practically floating as I made my way off the stage, my heart soaring. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, we turn to tonight's auction section. Please get ready with your paddles." The MC Said. I made to descend the stage and spotted him. At first, I thought I was imagining it. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes locked on his. Tyler.

“Wait—seriously?” A small laugh left her through the phone. “Yes, Evelyn. Seriously.” The shock hit me all at once. Not long ago, she had practically told me my career was finished before it even started because of the scandal surrounding Sebastian. The agency didn’t want problems. Nobody wanted their name tied to public drama. And now suddenly—I could work again? “Oh my God,” I gasped, covering my mouth before excitement completely exploded out of me. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Annie. Seriously, thank you!”

Holding a pen, I scrawled my signature on the document right in front of me and handed the divorce papers to the subordinate. “Tuck this sheet in with the recent expense claims.” Dominick had always been generous with me, signing off on my spending without so much as a glance. With his name on the divorce papers, things between us would be over before he knew it. Before strutting out of the restaurant, I dumped the roses and ring into the trash can right in front of the Underboss. The Underboss uttered, “Donna Costa, surely, there’s some sort of mistake—” “Frankie, know your place.” My voice was icy.