fter a month of knowing him, that familiarity was something she could cling to. Diego laughed

re-not my own personal company-and as you know, it's a big name. Definitely, I will be holding a press conference. I know it

Daniel was playing a pity party; she wanted them to know that the wife he claimed died was very much alive. So, she turned to Diego. "No, I don't want to change my name. The las

o me and I will brief you. But for now, I don't want you to stress yourself." He stretched out his hand, and Jane passed h

ering aloud, This man is mysterious. I can't help but want to know him more-I'm curious. As

talking to, mi

can continue your business." Embarrassed, she ret

-

nd Dante. "Damn, I'm late," she thought. Rushing into the shower, she emerged, dre

rridor. Suddenly, someone nearly made her fall by cutting her off. "

ing. I was so shocked when I saw your missed call.

the schedule and make space for everyone so I can go to work whenever I want. A

she asked, "What about you?

, "You, of course. Or are

cted it would be like this. Before she could say somethi

g!" She turned her back and left. These were all things Jane was still getting used to. Back at Daniel's, she used to do

m and went straight to the office. The look on everyone's face was intimidating-Jane knew Diego wasn't nice to

e. Anything you need, come to her and she will sort things out. She will be handl

eady sense the judgment lingering in the air. Whispers began to ripple through th

at Jane with clear disdain. Her name was Sylvia Hart, the head of PR, and she had worked tirelessly

retty face," Sylvia sc

led near the receptionist'

aire, whispered. "Who is she? How did she get this job?

," a male employee mutte

address her as that"

at she's getting into. Running a company like this isn't some rich

if he's trusting her with so much respo

documents at her desk, completely unaware of the hostil

he tension in the air. She knew not everyone would welcome her pres