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 in

was at a swanky five-star hotel on the east side. As their car rolled up, a bunch of business folks with their secretaries and

over to say hi. They chatted

it stopped, a valet rushed to open the door. A pair of long, sharp-dressed legs stepped out, shiny leather shoes hitting the

jacket all smooth-like, and headed

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

Ziegler. You handle this like a pro," Raphael

reply when a buzz at the entrance caught her eye. She looked up and

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

with Edward.

back on the waiter's

tracked Phoebe until she vanished

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

the years, Raphael had kept his spot by sending his secretaries to cozy

to a boss,

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

would be set for the next year. Phoebe stood by the sink, staring at herself in the

snarkily mention that Theodore had people guarding the hospital room, keeping

took a deep breath. She knew she couldn't dodge Edward forever. She washed her hands, dried them, and headed back

hall, Edward and

over. "Phoebe, come meet someone.

not blinking.

look. She calmly said, "Mr. Upton, Mr. Vanderbilt

all Harvard alums. We gotta have a drink to that, right?" Raphael