I know I don’t deserve to work at Phoenix Industries, much less as the CEO’s assistant. My grades were always barely above average in school, and clearly, I’m not the best time manager. There are hundreds of people who were more qualified for this role than I was.
The only reason I’m here is because Kristof pulled strings to ensure I get it.
That doesn’t mean I’m about to pack up and leave.
Caught between Rhys Redmond and Grisha Petrov, I would rather grovel for the former.
He leaves for a meeting soon after grumbling ‘you’re fired’ and returns while I’m on my lunch break.
When I notice his door slightly open, I knock and walk in.
Rhys barely looks up from his computer screen. “Are you done packing? See HR for your severance pay.”
I was upset a moment ago, but now all I feel
