The Fired Secretary Is A Billionaire Heiress

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ng coldly as Kelsie and the two broad-shouldered

ch he

rms over her chest,

is smuggling more of Apex's confi

esitant glance before taking

top of the cardboard box and swe

a police warrant, and my lawyers will make su

acks, their hands hovering

past the guards, her heels clicking

nobody getting kicked to the cur

lashed through the air, m

nd out, caught her wrist mid-air,

er grip loosened, and the thirty-thousand-dollar limited-ed

et, I lifted my right foot and hooked t

in a clean arc and landed with a wet thud right inside the oversiz

. Across the aisle, two junior secretaries clappe

hree full seconds before letti

oline, you c

grease, pulled a sanitizing wipe from my desk

er, trash belongs

pe into the small was

your bag, and i

e, Kelsie raised her fr

ward. She stumbled in her sky-high heels and co

and I'll show you what lega

" I said without raising my voice.

wrist on the couch, then picked up my cardboard box and wal

hed. I took the elevator down to the lobby, walked out into the b

e penthouse on Seven

ress of Kiel's apartment,

of the penthouse where I had lived for the past two years. The door

ed only the basic clothes and laptop I had bought with my own salary. In the walk-in closet, rows of couture gow

ced my spare house key, the building fob, and his supplement

until the deadbolt clicked into place, took the elevator down, and rol