ThE Billionaire's Revenge

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nline degree certificate was once u

h held, hoping, and eyes focused on the man who had his eyes squinted over my

leamed in the morning sun streaming through the high office windows. His thick eyebrows that are always furrowed together in his habitual sign of focus, his pointed nose

ughts and eyes could wander past his exposed arms

umped us like a piece of trash years ago... A job that we'

yes that were hard to read for just a second, and then h

. Another

e... at least not in front of Adrian Armstrong. He did not need to

ter all, he'd tossed us away as

was prepared for his next words which were now familiar I

re hi

rong. I definitely must hav

glare, but I couldn't help the warmth that spread all over my face... probably because it's sudden

let you know that we consider

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and you didn't list it here, then it

re of what Adrian was implying. "I a

couldn't hear what I said ear

on my chair, looking anywher

just su

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d expected to be hir

tten the same reply every goddamn time. ' we're sorry, we need people who're more experie

though he knows anything abo

s who applied for this job, Ms. Dick. You can si

and my hand balled into fists, ready to thro

ison, then that'll be bad. I have a kid who needs her m

breath and willed

," I said. "I'm

s he reached out his hand for a handshak

at's with the consisten

le to induce some kind of pain because his hand was bigger, firmer than mine. Still

. One is the full name, the othe

in a long ass time. Given that, the only one who found ple

d asked me if I'd want his dick or if I'd want the "Dick" in my name. And we'd alw

g me that now was not sex-induced. In

rubbed it on my clothes

the corner of his lips. I stood up, and hijacked my bag f

along "well"

ee you tomorr