His Contract Bride, The Real Heiress
penthouse was a blood sp
ane on. Victoria sat at the head, Julian at the foot. Stella and Serena sat
of silver against china and the ticking of a grandfather
l. She watched it with the intensi
a's jeans and t-shirt with her fork. "It's an eyesore. We have a dress code in this house
onful of oats. "Comfor
reached into her Hermes bag sitting on the table and p
usand d
le, landing squarely in Serena's bowl of oatmeal. The be
ty," Victoria sneered. "I won't have you
anted to see this. He wanted to see if the girl had a breaking point.
. She didn't look angry. She looked at
She pinched the dry corner of the bill and l
na called out,
in from the kit
the soggy thou
ena said. "Sorry about
ked at Victoria, then at the m
gently. "Buy something ni
g fingers, whispering a thank you
again. But this time, it w
of puce that clashed with her d
a napkin. Just then, a vibra
d her "dumb phone." It was a burner, but the en
uarterly Dividend. Deposit
took a sip of her black coffe
y. His chair scraped lo
her wants you at the office. To 'learn the ropes.' Whi
"Ready when
of automotive excess. Ferraris, Bentleys, a vint
oor open. Julian slid in.
is hand up,
on't speak to anyone unless spoken to
said, sliding onto
inst the door. Julian sat on the far right. The distance bet
tely. He began typing furiously,
is voice switching to a crisp, professional baritone. He placed the laptop on the center armres
ngled just enough. Her eyes, sharp and tr
5. Co
reference that was pulling data from the wrong fiscal quarter. It wa
ls, she noted silently. That's a three
whoever built the shee
She almost said, Your
ly. You don't know what Excel is. You think
ey was painful to her obsessive-compulsive need for accuracy, but blowing her c
ling Corp, a skyscraper t
stared at Julian with fear and reverence. They stared at Serena with co
He walked straight to the e
e 40th floor. M
man named Scarlett. Scarlett was beautiful, sharp, and one of Vanessa's
Serena's name. "Keep her busy. Keep her invisibl
ing of teeth. "Understood, Mr. S
d left without a
n the corner, piled high wit
ke eye contact with the creatives. You
he looked at
, she t
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