From that moment on, I knew my life in McMillan Global would be hell. The new boss was my ex, still hung up on me. The CEO was a playboy who has conflicted emotions about me. His new secretary, and girlfriend, was a real royal b***h. And top it all off, I still owed a promise to the dead founder of the company.
Good luck, Emily. Good luck.
Sighing, I made my way to my desk.
I was supposed to be doing a research on the latest craze in the internet, something about "selfies" and I had to research why it's important for the company to have a strong presence on social media. But as I sat down, my mind went back to my last encounter with Anna Dupont. What the hell just happened? I didn't know what to do. Why was Anna Dupont accusing that I wanted Rye? Well, I had plans of keeping my promise
