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.

saw her move straight to reception, hair pulled tight, mouth

even bother

said,

cow was

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Chapter 101

and 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

answer. She’d learned not to give

tapped the desk. “You should

said flatly. She didn’t know what Nicole’s problem was. Surely she’d worked

before. It just didn’t

“But you are… distracting.”

her. Nicole didn’t

“Do you really want coffee, or are you just here for the

voice dropped fake sugar. “I’ve already prepped

you?”

sentence. Just turned and walked

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

ale. She

the break room with Jake, both of them pretending they weren’t watching

like she

like a chess piece,” Jake muttered low. “Like

answer

makes it hell

“Are you?”

I’m not dumb, Jake. Cyber10 didn’t hire. me because they liked me. I was a stopgap. A body in a

tore a piece of napkin, started folding it. “I’ve

she said, “but it doesn’t

you should finish your code for the software you’re

in case.”

was still coding. Quietly. Something she did at her desk in five–minute windows

nodded once. “I just hope your boss isn’t like her, because I feel sorry for Cyber10

shook his head. “Trust me, he isn’t. If he wasn’t so straight, I’d jump

but he knows everyone’s names

two faces. I don’t

raised an eyebrow at him, silently saying, I’ll believe it when I see it. Because the way

would be any day now before

afternoon, Nicole had started clearing rooms for “executive use.” Some admin intern cried in the bathroom. And when Sutton returned from her ten–minute walk break, the plant on