But then, her gaze shifted back to Liam.
Appearing cold and unreadable, Liam spoke calmly. “Miss Burns is highly capable. From now on, she’ll be the primary media liaison for our company.”
Linda’s head snapped toward me.
Her eyes were filled with barely concealed fear and resentment.
Later, when no one was around, she cornered me, her expression tense with both suspicion and disgust.
“Chloe Burns, you really are insatiable. You took the money back then, so why are you here now?”
I met her gaze calmly. “I graduated. I came back to work.”
It was a simple statement.
“Work? Do you think I’m stupid?”
Suddenly, she snapped, swinging her handbag at me in a fit of rage.
“Get lost! Go tell him you’re stepping down from this job, or I swear, you won’t have a single peaceful day ahead!”
Her Hermès bag hit the floor with a heavy thud, the chain snapping open and spilling its contents everywhere.
I didn’t react.
I just turned and walked away.
Linda kept her word.
Suddenly, roadblocks appeared everywhere.
Several assignments that should have been mine were reassigned at the last minute.
Then, one evening before I left work, my supervisor called me into his office.
“There’s a major annual conference next month. You’ll be hosting it.”
I hesitated for a moment before he added, “Mr. Hughes specifically requested you.”
After work, I stepped outside—and there, parked across the street, was a very familiar Rolls-Royce.
