Page 123 of Vows In Corruption

The foundation works with a lot of great causes and charities, but even they had to admit that they were lacking in a few areas. Areas that my proposals could help with.

They didn’t even take a second to think about brining me on, right away they said yes, and now I’m working on a program to expand education for future foster care parents. There is going to be a lot of formalities, and a lot of time dedicated to getting the program off the ground, but I’m determined to get it done.

I’m in the middle of looking through the states’ resources for foster care parents, when Bennett and Gerald walk out of the office.

The old CEO throws me a wave before walking away, leaving Bennett standing by my desk.

“Gerald wants to grab a drink.” He states, his eyes doing a slight eye roll.

I can’t help but to smile a bit at just how not enthused he is about going to grab a drink with Gerald.

“Sounds like fun.”

He fully rolls his eyes this time before coming over and tilting my chin up with his forefinger.

“I’ll be back in an hour.”

“I’ll be here.”

A smirk lands on his face before he leans downs and gives me the most chaste kiss in the world before walking away.

As I watch his retreating figure, I can’t help but to smile a bit.

He really does look happy. Well happier than did when I first took this job.

With a smile on my face, I go back to work.

I’m so concentrated in what I’m doing, I don’t look away until I hear the sound heels clicking along the floor.

Lately the only heels that sound on this side of the building, and on this floor, have been mine. If there are other heels coming this way, they don’t sound likes stilettos.

Look at that. You marry a billionaire that gives you a closet full of expensive shoes and you think you can tell the difference between expensive heel and inexpensive heel clacks.

Ignoring my potentially new talent, I look up to see who is approaching Bennett’s office.

The second I meet the eyes of the individual, I know that I don’t have to look down to know that their shoes are indeed expensive and probably cost more than the ones I chose to wear this morning.

The woman approaching is gorgeous. Beautiful dark hair down to her waist, black slacks that elongate her legs and a white blouse that looks perfect against her skin. And her eyes, her pretty brown eyes are directed right at me. This woman looks like she just came off a runway in Paris or something. Everything about her screams expensive. But that’s not the only thing that she screams.

The more I take her in, I get a thought that I never thought would pop up. That she looks exactly like the type of woman that Bennett Lane should have married to, elegant and beautiful and not his assistant still can’t get rid of the clothes she thrifted before getting married.

I try my best to shake that out of my head and concentrate on the task at hand.

Who is she and why is she here?

“Is there something that I can help you with?” I ask, ignoring my work and giving this woman my full attention.

As I stand up, the woman doesn’t say anything. She just looks me up and down, assessing me. And from the look on her face, one of disgust I might add, she doesn’t like what she sees.

Well, I don’t like her either. And I hear I was thinking that she was pretty.

“No, thank you.” She turns up her nose at me and walks past my desk directly into Bennett’s office.

Who is this bitch and who the fuck does she think she is? Nobody goes in there without permission.

Feeling irritated, I follow urgently behind her into the room. “I’m sorry, but you can’t come in here.”

“Yes, I can.” The bitch answers, dropping her bag on the leather couch, before digging into it and pulling out a box that she twirls in her hands. “So, where is he?”

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