Kamilla]
"Fire me if you want to," I managed to say, reigning my cunt in. Because it was just that. A fantasy. I didn't want this man. He was an awful human being. "But I'm—"
"Sexy Kitten Writes AKA Kamilla Henderson, sole heiress to billionaire Mark Henderson. You didn't go to some third rate business school. You graduated from Harvard. Summe c*m Laude. Top of your class. Why do you think you're my receptionist?" his no nonsense voice cut me off and my heart jumped into my throat.
He didn't just know about my online persona. My dream of becoming a recognized, renowned writer. He knew everything, including my real identity, when he hired me.
"If you knew who I was, why did you hire me?" I asked sharply. My plain jane, quiet mouse persona took a back seat to meet the challenge he wa
