My laugh came out bitter. He has enough money to buy a damn country, I thought, glaring at my reflection in the vanity mirror. What’s a measly million to him?
My eyes flicked to the pink pen resting on the corner of the vanity and a smirk began to spread across my lips.
If he’s so unhappy with me and my efforts, I’ll make sure he has something real to complain about.
The plan formed in my head so quickly it almost startled me. I wasn’t going to beg for his attention, his approval, or his money. I’d hit him where it hurt the most: his precious ego.
Grabbing my purse, I strode out of the room with purpose. As I passed his office, the sound of Betty’s exaggerated moans seeped through the closed door. My stomach turned, but I didn’t slow my steps. Instead, I shouted over the noise of a mid
