Rejected Bride, Now His Prey

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te laminate that offered zero privacy. I had barely logged into the system when C

my desk with a heavy thud. "Mr. Maddox is looking for fresh blood to handle the Silas Thor

reaction of the office was immediate. The typing in the cubicle next to

ked, sensing the sudden dr

said, her voice dripping with faux sweetnes

ern who quickly looked down at his shoes. It wasn't just a test; it was a hazing. But I had no choice

fishbowl that jutted out from the corner of the building. The view

d against his bulk, smelling of stale cigar smoke and arrogance. He hadn't looked a

rested on the table. "Usually, they send me someone with a

pen. "Mr. Thorne, the terms of the sponsorship

the table. The room suddenly felt very small. "Business with t

stood up. I started to rise, intending to put distance between u

hooked around the silver chain of my moth

away. I stood up, putting the chair

. "You think you're special? You're nothing. Just another piece of ass the Maddox family hired to distra

in the air, heav

didn't make a sound, but the change in the room was v

ox stood in

Silas. He stood with a stillness that was more terrifying than any shou

step back, his bravado evaporating ins

s low, a smooth baritone that vibrated throu

en. You can't just cancel a six-figure deal because of a misund

topped inches from Silas, towering over the smaller man. He didn't strike him

Thorne's face until he looked like a corpse. His eyes went wid

rambled past Damien, practically tripping over his own fee

nded, thick a

y system. I looked at Damien, expecting reassu

s clenched tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. His gaze swept over me, lingering on

o do. He had saved me because I was in his territor