The CEO Fired His Secret Heiress

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s chest in a possessive gesture that was both cloying and territorial

me to hear. Her voice was a saccharine poison. "She's always loo

n, painting me as a predator she needed to defend h

is eyes held a silent, desperate plea. Hel

s go away. I had navigated hostile negotiations, soothed angry investors, and rewritten entire business p

as a mask I had perfected over the years, one that bet

lass. "There might be a misunderstanding. Benjami

, I can provide you with the complete minutes from every meeting we've ever had, along with time-stamped security footage f

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cooed, stroking her hair. "Allie is a total p

it in the car? I just need to have a quick word with Allie

r before she flounced out of the office, slamming the

rough his already messy hair. He

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enjamin. A girlfriend you

ok, to make up for this... this whole mess... I'm doub

rgiveness, plaster over the gaping wound of his betrayal with a stack

"Thank you, Benjamin. I'll

ice, leaving him standing there am

a viper struck again. Kasey was waiting for me

loud enough for the few early-arriving emp

ust. "You know, for someone who tries so hard to get

rely professional sheath dress. It was a uniform for wom

ttire, Kasey," I said, my pa

off. It's practically screaming 'look at me.' Don't you have any shame?

s, but it was conservative by any reasonable standard. To call it revealing was n

irrationality of her attack. I had spent years cultivating an image of impeccable professionalism. My wardrobe was a part of tha

dress. It was about her insecurity. She was projecting her own deep-seat

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