“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.

to avoid any , but she kept her cool and walked toward her

she watched Dorothy's confident stride, her

office discussing 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

asked, pausing and

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

lenient with you because Austin asked me

at the Lopez Corporation; you should be trying not to waste his

violent thug! She gets parachuted into a cushy

to hit you, feel free to call the cops.”

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