The CEO Wants Me- Heiress Has Risen Again

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provided her the master bedroom, went racing practice by day, and

ge and the burning humiliation of the Sterling Club haunted her

ways been: The story has to go on. She would no

ofessional suit, light makeup on, with a new look of purpose

f to?" he asked,

firm." She gave him a hasty

some c

eels, and running out. Ryan stood there, realizing t

layed on her social networking skills. The HR manager was impressed. Her mom had dragged

mon knowledge. You naturally understand the media cycle," the manager said, spinning a pen and looki

s. "I know the base salary for this job is minimal, but I survive

all but ready to send through the o

ton. This is the main o

left, returning a few minutes late

do apologize. We...

ked, the single

firm. I have no doubt you'll find a better job soon enough." He would not

f the building, her head reeling. Only one person had the power to bl

Corporation. Adrian listened to his assistant, Mi

ed by the Monroe PR agency?" Adrian'

as involved. She has a good link there." Miles n

h position at Blackwood Media on the down-low? A decent means of monitoring

s black eyes scanned past the path of The Sterling Club. Claire's un

ct," he warned himself, resisting a wave of unwanted protectiveness. His throat tight

r. Blac

on and Ne

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r second interview. Fortunately, she had a good list of applications. Her second p

as unceremoniously flung open. Felicity Monroe strutted into the

" Felicity tossed up her nose in contempt. "Don't even

er glance shooting from Felicity to the middle-aged male

tly. "This is my uncle. You see, Monroe Holdi

ll weight of the Blackwood and Monroe merger fell on

ruly sorry. But as Adrian's ex-wife-now something of a public humil

tone to another with ice-kissed sp

ing to waste another minute on

ined at the doorway of the building. She did not stir, aware

ity interrupted her, st

icked smile. "If you absolutely can't get a job in Ashford City's honest media, try this one, perhaps

reading over the wor

n returned to her. Fel

empt to break her. Claire smiled, a genuine, horribl

r a moment, expecting tea

ed his sports car to a halt, screeching. Off came the helmet, a

t Felicity. Underneath Felicity's aggressive and accus

Ryan crane

ia circus." Claire sat with her eyes straight ahe

e up!" Ryan floore

e receding black car, her fists jammed in her pockets. "Claire, I see

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icity cut into her steak and talked freely. "Adrian, I met Claire and he

down knife and fork, his

tied into the Grand Prix Association. It's not just that, Adrian. I hate to see Eleanor Harrington's daughter so comfortably living off her while she hu

y when Felicity added, "And rumor has it they're a

rk on the table w

im to perfection. It was a masterful stroke at his pride. His ex-wife's moving on in such pub

in that usual cold neutrality. He folded the napkin and wiped at his

me here?" Felicity protested, frustratio

Adrian spoke the command with gritted t

he vehicle, and the door slammed shut behind her.

. Adrian's response had assured her he still had feelings for her, but

d snapping a protest: "Claire and

ed, and she can freely throw herself int

erestimated your capac

steering wheel, inserted his

scandals that might have already happened. Investigate his Iron Cup sponsorship. And l

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her concentration was still keen. She awoke each morn

heard her phone ring. She w

woman was on the other end. "Hello, is this Ms. Harrin