The Fired Secretary Is A Billionaire Heiress

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ning as I sat before my vanity mirror, twisting my long

s. The woman staring back from the glass looked nothing like the quiet, a

nd skin. I stepped into a pair of four-inch black stilettos, slid my sunglasses onto th

was already waiting beside

ctly in front of the towering glass revolving

nd caught the crimson hem of my dress, making it billow around my ankles

to a dead halt. Employees froze by the turns

dn't she get fired yeste

she dressed like that to beg Pre

past the gawking crowd toward the

ped forward, holding their arms ou

building clearance was re

e them a flat look, and pulled a soli

from a catastrophic league lawsuit, Kiel's father--the company's founde

he scanner. With a sharp green beep, the

ropping their arms and

ed the button for the top floor, an

in boardroom. Through the frosted glass wall, I could make out Kiel's tall silhouette standing at the

newly promoted secretary who had taken over my desk. H

e up here! The executi

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a second, reaching straight for the col

rm. I swung my left hand back and sla

braced my core and shoved bo

erior walls, the loud crash cutt

y table, along with Kiel at the podium,

e doorway in crimson

icks the instant he saw me, his hand free

er chair, her face twisting as sh

y? Who let this corporate s

ight in Evan's panicked face, and walked calm

orate

olished mahogany surface with a sof

you know what those

e, I let my gaze sweep slowly over the dozen sta

Manager of Apex, slammed hi

ve board meeting. You were terminated y

mina

nto a half-smile as I looked straig

dent Fischer? That I leaked the NHL bro