Page 23 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

“Not records…Real life.”

My brows furrowed as I watched him stand. Fixing his hands behind him, he moved to the glass wall that overlooked the city.

“When the pressure becomes too much, who placates you? Eases your worries?”

“…Now don’t get me wrong son, I’ve heard about your impeccable works,” he turned to me. “But I also need to see a partner… a partner in life, a fiancée.”

There’s no way this man was overlooking my hard work for something as inconsequential as a partner.

“The annual conference is in three days. I want to see you both in attendance, and I’ll sign the deal.”

I walked out of the building, the old man’s words still lingering in my mind.

Partner.

I didn’t have one, not anymore. I could never have one.

“Welcome sir. How was the meeting?” Fred greeted as I climbed in the back seat.

“Unusual.”

Silence settled in the car as we drove out of the parking lot. This was not how I had intended for the meeting to go. I had expected him to sign the deal when I tendered the advantages his company would benefit from.

But it appeared I had forgotten that he was an unorthodox man.

Three days… I want to see you both in attendance.

My hands balled into a fist as I watched the city blankly. Not much got me worked up. I somehow always managed to maintain composure.

Even in the ugliest of circumstances. But this... this seemed beyond my control.

Chapter Seven

Renee

“Tell me all that happened again.”

It was saddening to see the emotional turmoil in her eyes. I hated that I was doing this. But it had to be done if I wanted to help her.

We were at a park, underneath a tree. It was where she felt comfortable meeting.

Dull green eyes stared back at me in defeat. “It all started two months ago. He started calling me names when I refused to work on an assignment for him...”

“…I’d been working on his assignments for a while. H- he’d threaten me with all sorts of things and I- I’d fold. But once I stopped doing it, the abuse started.”

“He’d call me names publicly and his friends would laugh. I didn’t bother about it, but when I began to notice paint on my apartment walls and sometimes even a large dent in the door, I knew it was him.”

Friends? She hadn’t mentioned that bit before. “Friends?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“But you didn’t-” I trailed.

She seemed to understand where I was heading.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so…embarrassing.”

The hurt was evident in her voice.

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