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Mistaking The Billionaire For A Gigolo

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 547    |    Released on: Today at 17:40

the sixty-eighth floor, Dorsey Russo stood before the glass wall,

ead slightly. "Mr. Russo, the file is here. Also, we confirmed the badge

d and fifty bucks at me... she's got nerve." He loosened his silk tie an inch. "Fed, use every channel we have. Ru

away,

g around her. Before she could reach her desk, the HR supervisor intercepted her and pointed toward

ecked and logged before you leave t

ng from the morning's workload, and a sheen of cold sweat brok

her foot out, kicking a tall stack of sorted folders off

hest. "If you're going to do grunt work, move faster. Stop

ed amused glances and tur

ning as she stacked the folders one by one. Sta

utting. "You got yours by keeping the HR manager's bed warm. So b

long you can keep that attitude up!" S

gering hangover combined with sheer exhaustion made the room spin. A strange, heavy cramping sensation tugged low in her

d massaged her stiff wrist. As she walked back to her desk to g

ame flashed on the screen. J

ie! Get to Manhattan Private Hospital right now! Your g

g, she bolted out of the office, sprinted through the

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Mistaking The Billionaire For A Gigolo
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“I was just a bottom-tier accountant fighting to survive a brutal corporate layoff to pay my family's medical bills. But after a reckless one-night stand to drown my sorrows, I found out I was pregnant. My malicious stepsister, who worked in HR, used the company merger to torture me with heavy manual labor, eventually pushing me to the brink of a miscarriage. Instead of being fired, my situation took a bizarre turn. I was suddenly moved to a top-floor VIP hospital suite with all expenses paid. Back at work, the executive chef personally served me custom Michelin-star soups every single day while my coworkers watched in shock. Terrified, I thought my female manager was using company perks to bribe me into marrying her autistic son. But when I confronted her, she was furious and completely clueless. If it wasn't her, who on earth was manipulating the entire Wall Street consortium just to secretly pamper a lowly, pregnant clerk? I didn't know the answer, and neither did my stepsister. She secretly stole a sample of my daily soup, tested it, and discovered it was a high-end pregnancy stabilization tonic. "A pathetic leech knocked up out of wedlock." She sneered, saving the lab report to her phone. She prepared to publicly destroy me at Monday's all-hands board assembly, completely unaware of the terrifying billionaire CEO who was watching her every move from the sixty-eighth floor.”