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.

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

hotel on the east side. As their car rolled up, a bunch of business folks with their secretaries and assistants were

Raphael spotted some buddies and led Phoebe over to say hi. They chatted as they walked into

open the door. A pair of long, sharp-dressed legs stepped out, shiny leather shoes hitting the

suit jacket all smooth-like, and

She wasn't nervous. No matter who Raphael

Ziegler. You handle this like a pro," Raphael said,

at the entrance caught her eye.

followed her gaze and saw Edward, surrounded by fans. He raised an eyebrow. "That's

bit her lip, not wanting to deal with

back on the waiter's tray and made a

eyes tracked Phoebe until

was always sharp; that's how he climbed the ladder. Everyone in his company

Raphael had kept his spot by sending

secretary was currently cozying up to a

in Raphael's mind, women were naturally promiscuous. As long

be set for the next year. Phoebe stood by the sink, staring at herself in the mirror. She hadn't seen

that Theodore had people guarding the hospital

Edward forever. She washed her

re-entered the banquet hall, Edward and

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

stared at Phoebe, not blinking. "You've

pressed her lips together, noticing Raphael's surprised look. She calmly said, "Mr. Upton,

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