I couldn't stand Margaret. Her constant gossip was a source of problems for me. Especially since some of that gossip included telling people around the office that I had older men supporting me. Let's just say

it didn't exactly endear me to any of my colleagues.

I had worked at MPC for so many years, and I couldn't count how many wealthy sponsors I'd been rumored to have thanks to Margaret talking behind my back and making things up.

In the past, I'd restrained from saying anything to her. I needed the job, and if someone pissed Margaret off, they didn't last for very long after that.

My patience for her bullshit was gone.

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dare to refute her. A human daring to talk back to her? How dare she. She was so angry that she wanted to slap her, but Brielle stopped

wrap up her work to

do it. I

twisted her slender waist, and sat at her

near enough to vent her anger.

***

over your work to Margaret, and she agreed

to do. Honestly, it's not really my problem since I've quit," I

picked up the access card for the top floor

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