Choosing The Assistant Over The Ruthless CEO

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ound of shattering glass was satisfy

angers. The smell of his cologne lingered on the fabric.

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sounded annoyed, like I was a maid

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it," I said.

t even blink. "I'm fixing it. But you moving out?

about the bo

rated patience. He reached into his ja

d. "Consider it a bonus.

check. The amount was significant.

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asked. "Five years. My caree

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said. "Just let m

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back. He checked his watch as he left, li

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ed in my gut and clawed its way u

there was nothing left. My hands sh

ust stress. I

luorescent lights buzzed overhead, harsh and un

the bathroom floor. I waited for thr

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was a dry, h

just bought me off with a check and invi

he counter. I had fo

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other phone was wedged between

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e was forming. A life th

d. The two lines stared back at me. They

nto a war zone. I couldn't let Craig use a bab

e trash can. I covered it

check on the counter. I tore it in

he key under the mat. The hallwa

round floor. I was going down, but for the first