Abigail swallowed hard, secretly, as Chloe stared at her—eyes twinkling with mischief, the kind that made you feel like you’d just walked into the punchline of a joke you didn’t want to hear.
Just yesterday, Edward had claimed they were married. Her. A secretary. The wife of the president of the country’s largest corporation? How was she supposed to believe that, let alone expect anyone else to?
“There are plenty of more qualified candidates in this company,” the HR Manager said, walking up to them with a clipboard half-raised, already halfway into an objection.
“No,” Chloe cut in sharply. Her voice had that polished, commanding edge that made everyone pause. “I want her.”
“But she’s—”
“I know. You said she’s Edward’s secretary,” Chloe replied, now turning fully to face the manager. “
