The Timid Wife Is A Ruthless Boss

ff the crowded subway train. She wore a dull gray

painfully average midtown PR firm. The recepti

She walked through the

tte," a junior account manager y

and out into a narrow, unassuming alleyway behind the building. Walking briskly for half a block, making sure she wasn't followed, she approached a nondescript brick building that looked like an abandoned warehouse. She pressed her palm a

side. Underneath, she wore a razor-sharp, black silk blous

Verve, rushed forward with

risty said respectfully.

room. She sat at the head of the massive table. She f

," Isla said coldly, tossi

sweat. She grabbed the

laced a fabric sample for the autumn line on the table. Isla pulled

ample and dropped i

la said. Her voice was merciless. "

e stared at the floor, terrified o

la into her private office. She sli

er," Kristy said nervous

was at the bottom of the page. Her stomac

" Kristy warned. "If they dig deep enoug

shoved it into the paper shred

apital," Isla ordered

burner phone buzz

nts, Isla?" Jimmie bark

ed higher, shaking with fake anxiety. "I'm so

practically hitting the floo

from her tote bag. She grabbed a micro-scanner from Kri

on. She messed up her hair, transfor

p. She walked out of the PR firm, cl

the hairs on the back of her nec

e bag, letting her cheap pens scatter across the concrete. As she crouched

he corner. The license plat

nning a background check on his new

o-dollar hotdog. She ate it while walking toward the s

odyguard snapped a

he photo on his phone. He saw his wife eating garbage on the st

ing her look

stant, K. Jennings. "Pull the surveilla

k SUV drive away in the reflection of the train w