ThE Billionaire's Revenge

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late, M

. I had been on ti

the watch had been the best there. A leather-strapped timepiece with Roman numerals. And unless they'd looked clo

ot enough to distract me from checking if it functions.

e wrong. Who knows, Mr Armstrong's

hide the smug smile that threatened to take

7:38

ty-eight minutes

can't

ng time is 8 o'clock. And I t

il, I wonder how you'll fair as a secretary, Ms. Dick.

n though I'd stayed on my email all through the night. In my excitement, I'd sle

ng another message to pop up; this one, explaining how I'd no

orning. Except when I opened my mail now, two new messages were glaring up

is eyes narrowed at me as if daring me to complain how he'd expected me t

ent inside me deflated as I tuc

with me six years ago, this one most certainly hates my gut that it'd take h

n't lose this job

, and his shoulders sagged like he'd rather be lying on his

y eyes prickled with tears. I'd not spend a day, not eve

line program have prepared me for? Except how to

f not for me, but for my baby. "Can...you...

ed within, only to vanish in an instant, leaving in its

're not to let it down. Preferably, in a bun." W

bun because it made me look stupid, but

it with the rubber on my wr

le. Good! If he thinks I look hideous, then joke on him. After all, he's the boss, and I am his st

d enough to know that I need my

e coffee this earl

ned up before my brain

e warmth spread up to th

smirk, and his brows lifted, a

close enough to know such ti

. Until yesterday, we we

haled deeply, my hand instinctively clutching

ears ago, he was nothing but sweet. But of course, what do I

ve L-shaped desk in white tempered glass was enough to throw Adrian's assholic nature to the back of my mind. I round off

l day. In fact, I'd planned to do that if on

I went to the vending

d dated him enough to sleep in his house

eing the CEO of a large company must have required him to d

offee I made, he immediately spilled it

y spine. "I'll have you know, Ms. Dick, that if you find reading the

how could I have read it when I'

Armstrong. But I

that I don't fancy flimsy excuses

ian had lost his boyish charm, and his quirky nature, and leaving in its wake, was a rich bastard and a scornful asshole w

one to leave my Mimi because I cannot take Adrian's tor

ologized. "I'll make anot

th me. "I doubt you can get it right, Ms. Dick. And Lord knew I'd hate to have another taste of your horrible

g is more than a rich bastard or a scorn