Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 15

It just happened that they’d been waiting for ages at The Aerie, hoping to catch a glimpse of the clusive FireWing, but to no avail. They planned to swing by the Wright family for lunch, so Brian had instructed him to pick up a couple of boxes of pastries from here.

“Mr. Howard, would you like…”

Brian’s gaze settled on Natalie, and he fell silent in the car.

Natalie’s paper bag had been knocked from her hands, and as she looked up, her eyes flicked toward Gracia, who had pretended to be engrossed in her phone, feigning ignorance.

“Pick it up.” Natalie said in a low voice, devoid of emotion.

Instead, Gracia stepped on the pizza, kicking it aside.

“I said pick it up, not step on it.” Natalie continued, her voice still low.

“Are you talking to me?” Gracia acted surprised, pointing at herself and asking softly.

“I’m talking to a dog.” Natalie replied coldly.

“You…” Gracia was stunned, and then anger flared within her.

that.” Natalie said, the corners of her

snapped back, and her brows knitted

to mediate. “Don’t worry about it. It was our mistake for not handing it to the customer properly. Let me repack

pettiness and nodded to the assistant.

by Natalie’s indifference, insisted. “I’d like

stood by, not

of skill is that by picking on a shop assistant?” Natalie turned to Gracia.

what?” Gracia raised her eyebrows slightly, challenging

want to see how much

pulled out her phone and dialed 911. “Let’s deal with this at the police station. I’m not bothered.

began to murmur,

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when she saw Natalie’s finger hovering over the call button, she quickly grabbed her hand.

shop, content with her freshly packed pizza, ignoring Gracia, whose face had turned a

into the cab, his

from King. (They’ve upped their offer to twenty

reply was

she overheard the gardeners talking about Matthew coughing up blood the night before. He had terminal lung cancer, and it was beyond help. Every day