LOGINShe’s wearing a silk robe, a laptop is balanced on her knees loudly streaming a reality television show, and scattered all over my crisp white duvet are open bags of greasy potato chips, chocolate wrappers, and half-eaten cookies. I have a lot of boundaries, but my number-one, non-negotiable mental
I shake out the woven linen blanket, letting the ocean breeze catch the fabric for a split second before it settles perfectly onto the warm, powdery white sand. I drop to my knees, smoothing out the corners and beginning to arrange our dinner basket—fresh grilled prawns, spicy thai rice, and a chi
I dress in a stunning designer trench coat, put on my darkest oversized sunglasses, and drive down to the skyscraper. When I pull up to the valet, the towering glass building feels foreign, suffocating under the new regime. I march through the grand revolving doors, my expensive heels clicking wit
The front door opens, and Deckard slumps into the marble foyer like a corpse. He looks pathetic. His tie is unraveled, hanging loosely around his neck, and his posture is entirely devoid of the arrogance that used to turn me on. The butler quietly steps forward, taking his leather briefcase with a
I look past him, locking my eyes onto the terrified young analyst sitting at the desk. "David, look at me. How long has he been standing over your desk forcing you to do his daily work reports?" David looks up at me, his eyes wide with pure terror as he darts a frantic glance at Deckard, who is gla
"So... hear me out, Cassie. What are your thoughts on navy blue for the accent wall behind my desk?" I tilt my head, tapping a pen against my lip as I inspect the minimalist CEO office. "Does it scream badass or does it just say *I am depressed by spreadsheets*?" Cassie, my newly appointed assistan
The morning sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Grandmother Newton’s sunroom, giving a beautiful shimmer to the floral patterns of the upholstery. I am kneeling on the plush rug at Grandmother’s feet, my fingers steady as I adjust the brim of her favorite silk hat. She is insistent
A lace dress with a mid thigh high slit, plunging neckline and open back, is probably inappropriate for a funeral. But it's black, so I guess that should make up for it. I step out of my car, looking through my little net veil at the crowd gathered for Mr Newton's funeral. As a billionaire, he h
I run a trembling hand over my face, desperately trying to clear my vision, but it’s a losing battle. The rain, courtesy of three massive industrial overhead sprinklers, is relentless, pouring down on me in icy, heavy sheets that make my skin sting. I’m standing in the middle of a simulated street
A wave of pure relief washes over me, so strong I feel dizzy. "Thank you. Oh, thank you—" "But," he interrupts, holding up a hand. "There will be clauses. I do not work for free, and as you’ve already admitted, even if you worked for the next three years, you couldn't afford my standard hourly rate







