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.

by that.” Natalie said, the corners of her mouth

snapped back,

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

interested in acknowledging Gracia’s pettiness

indifference, insisted. “I’d like

assistant stood by, not daring

Gracia. “If they don’t want to repack it, that’s fine. You can pick

Gracia raised her eyebrows

much clout you

pulled out her phone and dialed 911. “Let’s deal with

murmur, some

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finger hovering over the call button, she quickly grabbed her hand. Turning to the assistant, she commanded sternly. “Are you blind? Repack a new

ignoring Gracia, whose face had

her get into the cab, his emotions swirling. Natalie seemed

King. (They’ve upped their offer to twenty

was brief. [No

pocketed her phone, she overheard the gardeners talking about Matthew coughing up blood the night before.