Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 12-2

Sienna basked in the deferential greetings like a queen holding court. "Morning everyone! I brought coffee for you all! She clicked her way to the elevator in designer heels and headed up to the executive floor.

The executive staff greeted her warmly-everyone knew she might be their future boss’s wife, so they laid the charm on thick.

"Miss Dixon, Mr. Darling’s in a meeting. Let me show you to the waiting area," Julian said coolly, treating her with strict professionalism rather than the special deference she expected as the boss’s girlfriend.

"I’ll wait in Joseph’s office." Sienna bristled at Julian’s tone. ’How dare some assistant talk to me like that? Just wait until I’m Mrs. Darling-you’ll be the first one out the door!

"Sorry, Miss Dixon. There are a lot of classified materials in his office. No unauthorized access." Julian remained unmoved.

Just then, Joseph emerged from the conference room, his expression carefully neutral at the sight of Sienna.

"Joseph, you’re done!" Sienna’s voice turned sweet and vulnerable-a complete switch from her earlier attitude.

she pouted, shooting Julian a nasty look. "I mean, given our relationship, it’s perfectly normal for me to wait there,

Joseph stated, brushing

split second before she recovered with practiced grace. "I’d love

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this lovely new steakhouse for lunch," she pressed, reaching for his arm with calculated

agreed. If not for that incident, he’d likely have cut ties completely. But guilt

whispered among themselves as Danielle worked, certain this was a mere formality. After all, the daughter of wealth needed no

Danielle announced, offering her

accuracy, not speed, Elara Thorne, the math professor,

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disbelief written all over her face. Ten minutes? Impossible. Even our top students couldn’t finish this quickly-especially with the advanced problems I specifically included. And this girl supposedly grew up