A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis

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s slid open on th

fted. She could feel the heavy, uncomfortable st

heir heads, pretending to look at their monitors. But th

ody to physically block two middle managers

e doors of her CEO office. She grabbed t

alked past it. Her finger found the small, hidden button she had installed months ago,

alian leather sofa. They looked entirely too co

e. When she saw Elena walk in, a sickeningly s

d the heavy door shut behind her. She reached over and twisted

s alone with the two people who h

n a mask of deep disappointment. "Elena, you ha

and slammed it down on the wood. The red li

ound his waist. She looked at Elena with fake pity. "Just go t

been struggling with your mental health. Say the stress caused a breakdown. If you do that, I wil

. A cold, dark laugh bubbled up in her che

ing up to the cloud, she pulled open the top drawer, reached inside, and p

f the desk. It landed with a sharp cl

contempt. "You want to save my stock? You

ened. "My funds ar

eaned forward. The physical distance between t

lena stated, her voice razor-sharp. "Current

re horror. A drop of cold swe

e slipping. She frowned, clearly havin

in Macau. If I hand the files on that account over to the SEC right n

s the desk, his hand clawing fra

her lips curling into a cruel sneer.

e a whip. "Drop the savior act, Darron. You a

frozen, his chest heaving as he dragged in ragged breat

ely flipped. She pointed a shaking finger at Elena. "

dead, freezing eyes locked entirely on Darron, w