tress dwelled in-between my brows. Not an ounce of sleep blessed my eyes last night, but

i King

naire who pulled his father's sinking business out of the water and established it on the highest grou

mor of being the most dangerous tycoon in the city. He was so heartless, he didn't even spare his own mother from g

a man and leaking information from right under his nose seemed as impossible as bringing the dead to life. How was I even s

ease, h

table. Trotting there, I picked it up and stared at the

tment is at

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if I know and I will know, then your gray

tened. "If any of them is hu

ne wen

ng ba

ring up all my courage, I picked up my documents and climbed into my car, driving to the Kingston Co

fe have to

My hand roamed over my knee-length skirt and blue shirt, flattening all the creases. Taking deep inhales, I

vil's

and took in my surroundings. It was an elegant combination of white, gray

Hazel

ties perhaps, walking down the hall to me. His face occupi

ration. Come this way." He pushed open a

caught my attention, and I sucked in a sharp breath. If the manager's room was under such observation then

I was in the bounds of someone's vision. I glanced up to see his hawk

substitute till she's done with her treatment abr

secretary of Dimitri. I wondered how Mon

ill, so you ne

es

s hands in front of his chest. "Tell me

I believe a good secretary makes the job of their boss easier and more pleasant

s. "You've the necessary degrees and experience." Stippling his fingers, he gazed

Montero to even spark a doubt. Even my last name was from my real father. But did he suspect something? The helpless faces of the

his decision. I smiled which never reached my eyes. Please, God, let me have the job, or

s, Ms Green. Yo

th elated and frightened at the same time. Because I could hel

drew out a folder. "Here's your job des

beside the CEO's and told me to wait till Mr. Kingston came back from a meeting. Surreptitiously, my eyes da

into the ocean and tasked me t

been known for loyalty everywhere I went, but look where life threw me into. It was a test or bad lu

hand shot up, rubbing the spot over my throbbing heart as I paced around the room. "I can do it. I h

my panic trance. Picking up the tab, I hustled

came a sh

even bigger than Montero's. A floor-to-ceiling window occupied an entire wall, giving a magnificent view of the skyscrapers of downtown Chicago

you

owly turned, "I do not like tardiness. Two-", His dark eyes gazed straight into my lighter ones, "-I like my deals