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Whether or not it was because I was the lady from last night.

“I am here to chase my passion, so I suggest you let me do that.”

Another bout of silence settled between us. But this time, with palpable tension. I could see the wheels spinning in his head for what seemed like an eternity.

Until a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

With an unnerving stare, he gave a slow nod. “You’re hired.”

As soon as he spoke the words, the door slammed in my face, sending a shiver down my spine. Once again, I was back to dreading what awaited me.

But this time, working for my arrogant boss.

Chapter Two

Damien

Years ago, I made a decision to not be ordinary. It stemmed from an inexplicable desire to be successful. Now I was.

Damien Knight is a name known and respected by all. No one dared to cross me. And the few people that did lived to tell the tale in misery.

After all, having a more than significant ownership stake in the firm, being an equity partner and also a managing partner in the firm, and owning stocks in almost all other sectors has its perks.

One of them was being one of the city’s billionaires.

Apart from closing deals and being the best, there was something else I enjoyed doing: Making people pay for their actions. And there just was a certain smart-mouth that came to mind.

When I requested a new assistant, I didn’t expect to findher; with a curvy figure and full chest, talking shit in front of my office. For someone as smart as she was, I expected better.

I expected her to recognize power and respect it. To know more than run that annoying mouth of hers.

But expectations did not always manifest. I knew this.

My lips curved in displeasure as I finally tugged the ends of my suit together. It was always the damn quick-witted ones who thought they had a say.

Perhaps her smart mouth was a pertinent trait for a lawyer. But for me, it was a fire I’d love to see go dim.

Grabbing my briefcase, I made my way out of my bedroom, descending the stairs of my mansion.

The space was coated in luxury and class. Just how I liked it. But it also housed a certain familiar emptiness.

Suddenly, like a stab of the knife, I felt it all again. It had been seven years since the incident. Still, I couldn’t forget.

Even though I’d changed houses.

I couldn’t. I couldn’t forget the memories of the ones that made life worth living. I couldn’t forget the day that spelled disaster.

But just like every other day, I pushed the gnawing memories to the back of my mind. There was one thing I learned as a managing partner. Certain things were distractions.

Even if those things were once happy memories.

Upon reaching the garage, I saw Fred, my driver.

“Good morning, sir. What car would you like to take today?” The bald spot on his head came into view as he gave a deep bow. I’d forgotten how old he was, perhaps mid-fifties.

“Mercedes. Black.”

Without hesitation, he maneuvered between the fleet of cars. And in no time, appeared with the car.

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