Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 101

Monday started with another rejection for a job she had applied for.

Sutton stared at the email on her screen… it was short. She wasn’t suitable for the role. What a joke. She could

write code in her sleep. Just because she was a model didn’t make her stupid.

She sat there for a second longer than she should’ve, cursor hovering over the trash icon. Then she hit delete.

Because if she didn’t, she might have replied to their email in a very unprofessional way. She was ready to scream

every version of frustration in her head before she even logged in.

Stacey, sitting beside her, heard her sigh. “You okay?”

The younger girl worked on reception with her. Three days a week.

“Hmm…” Sutton turned and looked at the woman.

“I asked if you were okay… You let out a huge sigh? Bad news?”

“No… No bloody news, more like it.”

“What?”

Sutton shook her head. “Nothing. It’s not important.” Well, it was, but she wasn’t about to talk about it.

She shifted in her seat and winced. The baby had started pressing down harder. Her OB said it was normal, something about head engagement and pelvic pressure, but it felt like being punched from the inside out.

She rubbed at the ache under the desk and took a sip of lukewarm tea she’d forgotten about. Ethan had brought it this morning, along with a note written on a napkin that just said: “If today sucks, let me be your buffer. If today.

doesn’t suck, it’s a trap.”

Jake was one of the men that had arrived with Nicole. He was so different from that bitch. At first Sutton had

thought it was fake, but he was nice. And kind.

She didn’t smile, but she kept the napkin.

The elevator dinged. Sutton didn’t look up.

By the sound of the heels hitting the tiles she know who is was. Nicole.

eye Sutton saw her

didn’t even bother

she said, too

how the cow was going to take aim

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Chapter 101

have it on my desk. Just remember tick–tock. He’ll be here by next week. I don’t want the first thing he sees to be a human incubator with swollen ankles. Found a new

didn’t answer. She’d learned not to

tapped the desk. “You

due yet,” Sutton said flatly. She didn’t know what Nicole’s problem was.

before. It just didn’t

“But you are… distracting.”

Nicole didn’t even spare her a

“Do you really want coffee, or are

Her voice dropped fake sugar. “I’ve already prepped the CEO.

you?”

sentence. Just turned and walked off, hips swinging like she’d just closed a

to the coffee

and ginger ale. She was

in the break room with Jake, both of them

she

like a chess piece,” Jake muttered low. “Like she’s waiting

didn’t answer

it hell enough,

“Are you?”

didn’t hire. me because they liked

folding it. “I’ve seen stopgaps.

she said, “but it doesn’t change

finish your code for the software you’re building and shove it in her

in case.”

here who knew she was still coding. Quietly. Something she did at her desk in five–minute windows between answering

her, because I feel sorry

shook his head. “Trust me, he isn’t. If he wasn’t so

knows everyone’s

two faces. I

at him, silently saying, I’ll believe it when

like it would be any

that afternoon, Nicole had started clearing rooms for “executive use.” Some admin intern cried in the