The Perfect Secretary and the Ruthless Billionaire

in front of the glass door of Magnus's office. The space, usually a refuge of silence and authority, vibra

ear that. It will b

hed, incisive, and exuding an a

. But without me, your little house of cards

outlined behind the glass. Slender, upright posture. A red dress. Sophie felt diz

in silence, an expression she didn't recognize on

it again tomorrow

, turned around, and left the r

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ened up when he

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l collaborator. Nothi

f the ordinary?

, trying to calm things down,

got annoyed. Roxanne is going to work

t anger

his like I have no say in

, a gesture he always u

it tonight, okay?

t the words w

s punctuating a palpable unease. Sophie wasn't hungry, but s

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to tell you, but given your behavio

t pos

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tor. She will help m

into a mirt

u get rid of me? Because that's e

, his tone

very well that everything I do is to pro

r reputation? I don't recogni

uptly, making t

playing the victim, always doubting me,

ng up in her eyes, but

me one good reason to tru

er, an icy gli

hout her, I l

alone, with that sentence echoin

ound her, Sophie mulled over every detail, every word. She got up si

rfume, a woody blend she had once

ere far too tidy, as if someone had cleaned everything out recen

writing. Notes, numbers, names. And one

ge over and found an envelope, sealed. Sh

lese she barely understood. But one detail stood

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was involved in something much bigger than she ha

fixed on the papers in front of her. For the

s fear, a deci

et herself be erased,