Page 261 of Savage Bosses

“He fired you?” Daisy screeched.

A few heads turned toward us. Several of them had dropped jaws.

At least they appeared shocked.

“No, he didn't. I'm quitting.” I began tossing my things in the box.

“Don't let prune juice drive you out,” Daisy snapped.

“We're both in our forties.” I continued clearing my desk.Why was I defending that bag? That was what my problem was, I was too nice. And now I was without a job and my man.

“You don't look it, and don’t defend that bitch,” she added. “Seriously, don't let her drive you out. Everything was better with you as project manager.”

“Yeah,” someone called out.

I added my last personal item to the tote. “I have other reasons, plus it will be tainted with everyone thinking I slept my way into the job.”

Daisy made a waving motion. “Most of us shipped you two anyway. Besides, no one will be talking about you two when we can discuss the naked lady streaking down the halls.”

Yeah, and I was a part of that dumpster fire too.

Closing the top of the tote, I hugged her. “I'll call you in a few days.”

I grabbed my tote and purse and then took off for the stairwell in lieu of the judgmental elevator. The vertical cement corridor was my sanctuary until I had to exit. With everyone coming in, I didn't want to face the stares and questions as I waited for an elevator. Thank God Daisy didn't follow me.

I just wanted to get to my car, go home, and forget about entitled Darbie dolls and scandals—the whole day.

It was me and theclack, clackof my shoes as I walked down the stairs for several flights. At the bottom, I used my butt on the push bar to open the door.

Almost to freedom.

I hurried into the lobby, where I blended in with the crush. Most people in the area worked on other floors and projects of Dragon Moon. They were strangers to me. I was one more body in the sea of worker bees. I believed that for five blissful seconds until a few people started pointing and whispering in my direction.

A red-headed guy with a beard and no fashion sense winked at me, and another guy that wasn’t bad looking made a call-me gesture.

I rolled my eyes. Gripping the tote hard enough to crush a car, I held my head up proudly. I strolled the last hundred feet to freedom as if I owned the place. No one fired me.

Ileft.

The last part should have made me feel better, but instead, my heart ached. No, I had to stick to my guns. Ryu was a liar. There was no way for me to know what was real and what wasn't.

“You know? If you had just talked to me, it would have gone differently.”

I was ten feet from the door when I heard the voice of the first calculating bitch to ruin my day.

“Yes.” I turned around. “You would have gone to the hospital instead of me leaving you to plan your plots.”

“Excuse me?” the hater asked.

“My bad. You can't plan anything and get it done. That was why your project was two months behind, and you were removed as project manager.”

Crimson colored her face. “No, I was replaced because going down on my boss was not a part ofmycareer path the way it was with yours.”

I put my tote on the tiled floor. Good sense told me to keep hold of it, but I wanted my hands free, consequence be damned. “Yeah? Was that becauseyourmouth was on Jerry, and he leftyoubehind? Were you feeling like the conniving, wrinkled biddy you are, or are you just prepping for Halloween early?”

Her jaw dropped open.

“Close your mouth, deep throat. We don't need to see your skills in action.”

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