When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 177

Kristin had everything set for Rhett’s busy schedule Tomorrow. After coordinating with all the relevant departments over the phone and organizing the paperwork, she stepped out of her office, feeling the weight of responsibility on her shoulders.

As she distributed the departmental documents, she entered Neal’s office with a sense of foreboding, “Mr. Neals

Neal was reclining in his chair, chatting away on the phone in a sleazy tone that reeked of boastfulness. He was swaggering to his latest fling about getting her a plush job and a fat paycheck.

Noticing Kristin’s arrival, Neal hung up with a smug grin, thinking he had sealed the deal, “What’s the word from Mr. FitzGerald?”

Kristin struggled to maintain her composure. “Neal, I’m sorry.” She sighed deeply, “Mr. FitzGerald says he can meet all your requests except one. You want a waitress from the hotel’s staff to be the new VP’s secretary, and that’s not going to fly.”

“And the issue with Talbot, he doesn’t meet our background check standards.”

Neal’s expression soured at the blow to his ego, “I’m just asking for a couple of reliable people, and Mr. FitzGerald can’t agree to that?”

He knew this was a game of wits with Rhett, each move potentially crucial.

Neal assumed Rhett was testing him. After all, he had consented to a major department merger, yet balked at appointing two individuals.

Tell Mr. FitzGerald that I stand by these two for their work ethic. I’ve already made promises to them. If he doesn’t agree, it’s my reputation on the line,” Neal said with a frown, sending Kristin back as his messenger.

“Mr. Neal,” Kristin hesitated, then nodded and left.

Back in her office, she said nothing, waited ten minutes, and then set out again.

In the office, York was discussing a project with Rhett, but his attention kept drifting to Kristin as she came

and went.

“What are you gawking at?” Rhett tapped York’s head with a folder.

“Mr. FitzGerald, can we rely on Kristin? She’s in and out, and I’m worried she’s promised you more than she can deliver. Should I give her a hand?” York’s chivalry kicked in, fearing Kristin might be in over her head and

upset.

“Do you really think you’re up to it?” Rhett leaned back in his chair, his tone ominous, “Make sure you handle everything I’ve assigned you by tonight.”

“Mr. FitzGerald, they’re just small fry. Taking them down is a piece of cake,” York boasted confidently.

prepare for Neal’s resignation,” Rhett

Was Mr. FitzGerald also losing it? Why such faith

about Kristin coming up empty–handed and disappointing

deep breath before entering

said, “Come

her palms sweaty with nerves, “Mr.

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hurt you? Rhett’s expression

dare hurt her, and he

hand, seeing the marks her nails had made, and lightly smacked

tensed for a moment, and Kristin’s face flushed red. It was a simple gesture,

averted her gaze, her heartbeat racing.

was too magnetic to

not afraid,” Kristin said with pride and determination. She

scared, Rhett agreed.

“Ding.”

signaled an incoming

he checked his email.

What should I do? I’ve already rejected it twice, but he

on his lips, “Can’t wait, can he?”

wondered if he should praise Neal for

the screen, his voice lazy, “Kristin, are you my lucky

lap, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming.

if she was

politics, it’s exhausting,” Rhett murmured, resting

let him lean

of her voice packing an unexpected punch in Rhett’s heart.

ever offered him such a sense of security.

he had carried his burdens alone. Now, Kristin was offering to share the

help me? Is it a contract, cooperation? Or

looked at him blankly. What role should she play in

brow furrowed, a grunt of displeasure.