that pierced the Manhattan sky. To Cinthia, standing at th

rity guard, Ralph, 's eyes flickered up from his newspaper for a fraction of a second, a fli

" she whispered.

Clemons stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, l

ried. The morality clause in the trust is satisfied. My v

in, cleared his throat. "

Or 'Mrs. Clemons'. It's a merger, Miles. A hos

se shares. If I don't lock this down today, he gets the Media d

s said. He hesitat

an interrupted

into her cubicle. Her heart was hamme

e late

, dropped a stack of files onto Cinth

mbled, keeping her

st three of Cinthia's paychecks. "The big boss is on a warpath tod

ught. I'm not just an employe

k rang. The red line. Th

ning sugary sweet. "Yes, Mr. Cle

ing into a sneer. "Sarah is in the bathroom and I

roze. "Ta

p floor. He's s

oice squeaked. "C

eep your job?" Gi

he tray from the breakroom counter. The bla

loor number that lit up felt like a coun

oors

le oak doors. When he saw Cinthia step

whispered. "Wha

thia whispered back.

voice roared from

look that was half pity, half go

eath. She pushed the d

r. "Tell Darryl if he even looks at the publishing arm, I'll bury

he plush carpet. She set the c

the phone down.

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sto

n he looked at the do

s floor?" he demanded. His

tammered. "I bro

ook a step toward her. "Did you think signing a paper gave you the right to wander my headquar

Sir

until I send for you. You don't belong on

es of their arrangement. The fact that she was an employee only made it worse in

ana sent me, but the look in his ey

he whispered. Sh

ai

e stopped her

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peared i

k. "Get the Prenup over here. Now. She signs it today