Page 18 of Devilish Bully

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LUCIAN

The following morning

I need you to get one of the drivers to pick up Miss Clarke for the rest of the week. Well, the rest of her time working here.

Brian

You could have texted me about this last night, sir.

I’m on it, though. I’ve secured her a personal driver from here on out.

Thank you.

Always. I’ll see you at the office, sir.

Did you find out if she has a boyfriend?

Brian…

I can SEE that you’ve read my messages.

6 weeks until the IPO, sir.

Please stay focused.

THE ACCOUNTANT

KENDALL

One Week Down

Five More to Go

A part of me is loving the idea of being picked up and whisked away to work in the morning, but the other part—the more logical one—is tired of this “promotion” already.

There’s no heart inside the beast of Mr. Pearson, no softness around his edges—just a flicker of humanity that emerges here and there.

And unfortunately, those flickers are hardly ever reserved for me, and I have no colleagues to talk to during the day about it.

The C-Suite Team works on a completely different floor during the week, and I only see them coming and going.

“Don’t make me go through this for another day in a row, Miss Clarke.” My driver, Grant, holds the passenger door open for me. “Stalling only makes Mr. Pearson more upset.”

“I’m twenty minutes early,” I say. “I would like to soak up as much time as I can in the free world, thank you.”

He smiles. “Okay, then.”

“Thank you for letting me stop for pancakes today,” I say. “I appreciate it.”

“You’re more than welcome.”

I watch the huge second hand tick by on the Pearson tower ahead of us.

“Can I ask you something about Mr. Pearson, Grant?” I look at him.

“You may, but I can’t promise to have an answer.”

“Fair enough.” I force myself to step out of the car. “Has he always been a terrible boss or was there a time period when he was normal?”

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