"Wait, hold up…" Bella's voice cracked across the phone, her astonishment palpable in every word. "Ganns Corporation turned out to be the Morgan Group?"
I sighed and swirled the remains of my drink in the glass, allowing the liquid to splash lazily around.
Leaning back against the bar stool, I stared blankly at the rows of liquor bottles arranged behind the counter. "Worse," I mumbled as I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I was employed as his personal assistant, Bella. His personal helper. I feel like I can't get out of this mess no matter how hard I try."
Bella let out a faint whistle. "Damn, girl." This is impressive. "I don't know what to say."
I pushed my lips together, frustration rising within me, ready to spill over.
"There's nothing to say," I said, my voice tight. "It
