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.

corner of her eye Sutton saw her move straight to reception, hair pulled tight, mouth already

even

she said, too

see how the cow was going to take aim at

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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

She’d learned not to give

tapped the desk. “You should just

didn’t know what Nicole’s

It

“But you are… distracting.”

her. Nicole

want coffee, or

already prepped the CEO. He

you?”

sentence. Just turned and walked off, hips swinging like

soon as she was out of sight, Sutton headed to the coffee machine and made the wicked witch

was crackers and ginger ale. She was feeling a

of them pretending they weren’t watching Nicole hold

she was the

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

answer

it hell enough, I’ll leave on my

“Are you?”

belly. “I’ve got two more interviews this week. I’m not dumb, Jake. Cyber10 didn’t hire. me because they liked me. I was a stopgap. A body in a chair. She’s making

of napkin, started folding it.

said, “but it doesn’t change

But maybe you should finish your code for the software you’re building

in case.”

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

just hope your boss isn’t like her, because I feel sorry for Cyber10 if he is. It was bad enough with the

me, he isn’t. If he wasn’t so straight, I’d jump his bones. He’s a

everyone’s names

at Nicole. “Nicole has two faces. I don’t think he’s ever

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

it would be any day now

rooms for “executive use.” Some admin intern cried in the bathroom. And when Sutton returned from her ten–minute walk