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The fucking tyrant. He really kept his word about the male staff.
“By the way.” Sam reaches into her apron and retrieves a small box. “He left this for you.”
I clutch it with a questioning look until I see the label.
The morning-after pill.
The ticking bomb reaches the explosion point, and the burst shocks me to my bones.
That’s it.
I’m going to unleash all hell loose on the bastard.
That afternoon,I change into the raciest, most revealing black mini skirt I own that barely covers my arse and pair it with a deep V-neck pink top that reveals a generous portion of my breasts. Just to be extra, I finish the outfit with knee-high pink boots.
Then I head to King Enterprises, armed with pettiness, rage, and my husband’s least favorite theatric—drama.
I walk into the company’s grand reception hall, smiling and waving at anyone who looks at me. Once I’m by the reception area, I demand family access. The guy ogles my chest for a solid ten seconds.
His colleague, a black woman who looks young enough to have freshly graduated from uni, stares at him uncomfortably.
I knock the counter. “I’m over here, Mr.…” I trail off and read his tag, “Tyler.”
“Certainly, Mrs. King.” He looks at the girl, who smiles at me shyly. “Do your job properly, Hailey! Call the security team and ask for an access tag.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” She falls over herself with apologies and grabs the phone with a shaky hand.
I narrow my eyes on him. “You do it, Tyler.”
“Mrs. King, Hailey is a junior receptionist…”
“Did I ask you to talk back? Pick up that phone and do your job.” I stare at him, unblinking.
“Certainly.” He cowers and takes the phone from her still-trembling hands.
Pricks like him only bark at those lower than them. It makes them feel grandiose about their miserable lives.
As he speaks on the phone, I lean over to Hailey and smile. “Love your earrings. They’re so pretty.”
She blushes and smiles tentatively. “Thanks. They’re actually my late gran’s.”
“Your gran had fantastic taste.”
“She did. She was a fashionista.”
“Badass.”
“I love your boots,” she says in a low voice, surveying her surroundings. “You look like Barbie.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet. Thanks, Hailey.”
Her smile widens, but it soon disappears when Tyler speaks. “I’m afraid Mr. Eli King and his assistant joined Mr. Aiden King and Mrs. Teal Astor for a site inspection today.”
“I didn’t ask you to inquire about his whereabouts. I only need the access. Or do I have to repeat that slower so you’ll understand?”
He purses his lips, but he nods again. “Certainly.”
Soon after, a big buff security guy smiles at me and gives me a tag that he says gives me access to the management floors. Sweet.
