Falling for the Disgraced Heir

itter. Yet here she was, clutching the crisp white o

Corpo

o shove her into the belly of the beast she despised.

gically appear in her cupboards. And her third job a

forehead as though that could ease the pounding in her sku

e he'd stolen from her stash. He was lounging like a king in exi

ate?" His lips quirked into a smir

't you dare call that company 'corporate' like it's nothing. You-" She bit her tongue b

d slung it over her shoulder. "I don't need co

plastered on his face. But the flicker in his eyes betrayed som

hes Corp felt like stepp

nd dominance that crushed anyone who dared to oppose it. Inside, polished marb

er. You ne

artment assignment. Assistant in the mar

re in a cheap office uniform, fumbling with a sta

and

plain shirt, cheap tie, hair tied back-didn't do muc

under her breath. "What th

he files, his ears pink. "Wor

he word. "You can't even boil an egg

ermination in his tone cut through his usual arrogance

rtcuts? Or family money? S

reat. Just great. First my apartment, no

balance the mountain of files. "If

him. "Cook your o

ing office politics, deciphering jargon-filled memos, and

peared like a storm cl

edged with condescension. He walked toward her,

ned. "Mr.

ou accepted the offer. Wise choice. At least no

ort. Don't punch him

restling with a photocopier that seemed determined to

ou here?"

a grin. "Working.

of sight until matters are settled." His voice dropped, colder.

s clenched.

polished marble. "No offense, Julia, but this is beyond you. You'll only

p and humiliating. He

out, Brandon's voice c

k about he

arely raised his voice,

," Brandon continued, his tone steady, defi

icion. Why would he defend her so fiercely

ine. Just don't say I didn't warn you." He strode off,

emotions a tangled mess. Grat

she d

rooked tie that made him look more like a

e? You don't

ned, just for a mome

between them, charge

r phone buzzed. She checked th

e. Subject:

reassigned-directly under the Hughes Corporation headqua

of the email. The sender'

Whit

the phone. The offer had h

er? W

d fate insist on binding her l

d frozen under her umbrella outside the headquarters buil

she s

an

astered to his skin, his hands curled into fists. Yet he wasn't sh

he whispered to himself, thou

owering Hughes logo. Then, for a fle

pecial

breath

rds, but the echo of them