Beyond the Script: My Own Path

sual lazy morning chatter was gone, replaced by a low hum of nervous energy. People straightened up as I

tepped out from a waiting area, blocking my path. Sarah Jenkins. She was dressed in a

soft caress. "I was so worried

s a goddess, a symbol of everything pure and lost. To me, she was just a con artist

t appears! Now the plot

ly melt for her.

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ion of a second. "What do you mean

rm. I took a step back, and h

arp enough to cut glass. "You are not welcome in th

d at my side instant

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Ms. Jenk

her, sir. She's done it before..."

d my full attention back to Sarah. Her face

elling up in her eyes. It was a masterful performance

ve. Blame th

l for it. He' s so w

he end of the hall almost immediately. "Escort this woman out of the building. She i

r-streaked face. She was a familiar, welcome

I com

power of a CEO who was finally in command, made

e cried, her performance turning in

ice, shutting the door on her protests. The so

oly. C

ut. He had security throw

ed. What is going on with t

thought, sitting d

ough the company's bloated structure, identifying inefficiencies and red

h. I drove to the Stone family mansion. It was a place Liam ha

as exactly what I expected. My father, Richard Stone, was there. A

a sneer. "So, you finally decide to show

yes wide. She clearly h

ard me. "Divorce? You think you can just throw away a wife like

ou tell h

putting the scumb

decent one in this family. H

at me with hatred. It was a more complicated express

your knees, and you will beg Olivia for her forgiveness. You will tear up those divorce papers, or

ain of his power over me. He thought he had me co

was giving me th