“So, he’s not gonna pick up the phone, huh? Fine.” Dorothy thought.

[Okay then, no worries. You do you.] Dorothy typed out the message on WhatsApp and slid her phone back into her purse.

The cab pulled up to the towering glass facade of Lopez Corporation, and Dorothy strode through the revolving doors. She rode the elevator up to the fourth-floor offices, where her project team was based.

Just her luck, as soon as she stepped out, there she was—Ophelia—looking like trouble with a capital T.

kept her cool and walked toward her office in her

confident stride, her

business with a business partner, and without him, there was no one to back Dorothy up. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels

Dorothy asked, pausing and

a vixen. You think just because Austin has a soft spot for you and wants to chase you, you can throw your weight around here?" Dorothy frowned. "What are you on about? I have no clue what you're saying." "Oh, please! Drop the act. It's so obvious what you're after. If it's not Austin, who else here could possibly meet your high standards?" Ophelia rolled her eyes and spat on the floor in disgust. "Pathetic! Going after married men, you're really something..." Smack! It was a loud, resounding slap that Dorothy delivered without

because Austin asked me

not to waste his efforts.” Dorothy turned around and was

you think you can bully me! Hey everyone, come see this—Project Team Four’s Ms. Sanchez is a violent thug! She gets parachuted into a cushy job, and now she thinks she can walk all over us!" Dorothy hated making a scene,

was no reason for me to hit you, feel free to call the cops.” "You

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