The CEO's Ex-Wife, Now His Boss

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was unmistakable-the floor-to-ceiling windows of Julian's private penthouse downtown, the one he kept for "e

s the party. Laughter and music filled the audio. The camera finally settled

lver dress, her head thrown back in a joyous laugh. Julian was looking down at her, a small, genuine smile on his face. A

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nd jarring. It was her assistant, Nina. Cla

things are going crazy on the internal company message boards. Everyone is talking about Mr

remain level. "Nina, it's just gossip. Don't

sea surged up her throat. She scrambled to the bathroom, collapsing in front of the toilet as her body wa

er forehead. She wiped her mouth. As she looked at her reflection again, the emptine

pened her work email. She forced herself to focus on the MQ b

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into that office tomorrow with her head hel