Forbidden Passion

Chapter 612 Phoebe Got Drunk and Was Plotted Against

Phoebe figured it was 'cause she hadn't job hunted since graduation. She'd never seen a company hire someone and then drag 'em to a fancy shindig right off the bat. But hey, it was urgent, so Phoebe rolled with it.

She spent half the afternoon going through the banquet stuff the HR manager gave her until Raphael Upton, fresh from a meeting, called her into his office.

Raphael, in his thirties, rocked a gray suit and had that slick, successful vibe. His eyes, sharp behind his glasses, screamed "businessman."

Phoebe stood in front of his desk, meeting his gaze.

Raphael checked her out for a sec before motioning for her to sit. "Ms. Ziegler, I looked over your resume. You were the chief secretary at the Reynolds Group and did a stint as operations director at an entertainment company for three months."

Phoebe nodded, "Yep."

"You had a solid gig at the Reynolds Group. Why'd you wanna switch?" Raphael asked.

Phoebe bit her lip and decided to keep it real. "Mr. Upton, honestly, my boss and I didn't vibe. To keep us both from going nuts, I bailed."

Raphael chuckled. "You're a riot."

"Thanks," Phoebe said.

Raphael seemed done with the resume talk. He closed the folder and said, "We've got a financial circle banquet tonight. You checked out the materials. Any questions?"

Phoebe looked down, saying, "Nope. I've been to over a hundred banquets with Mr. Reynolds. I got this."

"Cool. Get ready. We're outta here in ten." Raphael ordered.

the office, freshened up her makeup in the restroom, and then joined Raphael in the car

east side. As their car rolled up, a bunch of business folks

Raphael got out. Raphael spotted some buddies and led Phoebe over to say hi.

it stopped, a valet rushed to open the door. A pair

jacket all smooth-like, and headed into the hotel, taking the

hall, Phoebe held a glass of fruit wine and stuck close to Raphael. She wasn't nervous. No matter who Raphael was chatting with or what they were talking about, she

believe you now, Ms. Ziegler. You handle this like a pro,"

the entrance caught her

saw Edward, surrounded by fans. He raised an eyebrow. "That's

wanting to deal with

her wine glass back on the waiter's tray and

His eyes tracked Phoebe until she vanished from sight, something

how he climbed the ladder. Everyone in his company knew his secretary could be clueless,

his spot by sending his secretaries to cozy up to

up to

were naturally promiscuous. As long as the guy had cash, they'd

would be set for the

Theodore had people

she couldn't dodge Edward forever. She washed her hands, dried them, and headed back

the banquet hall, Edward and Raphael were chatting it

saw Phoebe and waved her over. "Phoebe, come meet someone. This is Mr.

not blinking. "You've

look. She calmly said, "Mr. Upton,

gotta have a drink to that, right?" Raphael signaled a waiter to bring over