Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress

hot coffee sloshed over the rim of h

een, her throat working soundlessly as she looked up

e elevator door with the flat of

d in a panicked whisper. "You think you can f

ated or not is for the auditors at PricewaterhouseCoopers to decide. A piece of f

ded shut, cutting off

to the administrative floor and slapped a crisp, t

t spite. In front of thirty staff members, she picked up the document

d loudly. "Without Mr. Sharp's personal signatur

't reach fo

eagues, she pulled her phone from her purse, di

tment, how may I

tion. I am filing a formal whistleblower report against Administrative Director Chloe for embezzleme

fice floor fe

he desk to snatch the phone from Frieda's

o heels, missed completely and crashed into the edge of a filing cabinet

i

ve elevator

and senior vice presidents for a routine inspe

, then landed on Frieda standing composed with her co

trical tears. "Mr. Sharp! Frieda... she skipped her duties, fabricated fake audit trails

y glare onto Frieda. "Frieda, have you completel

He hadn't asked for a single fact. He hadn't checked a single log.

uplicate resignation letter, and held it

she said, her voice stead

bold letters: Notice o

, to cry, to beg. He refused to take the paper. "Resignation? You think Sharp Enterprise

e paper firmly i

yee is only required to give written notice. In t

onal notebooks from her cubicle, completely

kicked a trash can across the floor. "Revoke her sec

ly ostracized. Chloe had the administrative

, she operated remotely as Evelynn, directing R&E Capi

on, Karson called

ttempting to bribe K-Velvet's packaging suppliers in New

ted facility in Newark to run triple shifts tonight. When Vanguard announces the shortage on Monday t

chuckled. "I'll ha

o stretch. A sudden commotion near t

n a pristine white Dior dress, wrapped in a soft

yal lapdog. "Miss Schroeder

ting Frieda packing her final cardboard box in the c

xaggerated pity. "Oh, Frieda... I heard Kenneth

our intelligence is outdated. I

pretending. You're just throwing a tantrum because you know you're losing hi

up, regarding her li

," Frieda said smoothly. "If you enjoy picking through

ontorted in pure ra

and, aiming a vicious slap

're doing?" a deep, furious

eyes dark with fury as he took in

strike Frieda immediately flew to her own cheek. Tears welled in h

p toward him. "I only came down to check on Frieda... but s

eda, finding her standing there with complete indiffere

shoulders. "Humiliating Clarabelle in front of my entire staf