o HR. The director handed her a tra

iness too long. The company is reassigning you to

signature. He wanted to humiliate her into quittin

ng grin. "Well, well. The boss's wife, coming down to experience pe

. "Manager Mitch, in the office, i

o a broken, dusty desk shoved into t

ning. She needed this position to

out of the building. A black Bentley p

ke you home." He wore h

g to tip him off. The ca

g Island. Julian started complaining. "You rea

demoted me from Vice Director to j

e he could snap, his phone vi

number. Clara recognized the las

creen. Panic crossed hi

r?" Clara turned, a c

" Juli

[Julian, help me! My ex found me! H

lor. He yanked the steering wheel, tires scree

t out and call a cab." He was a

on a hi

Julian dropped his mask and roared. He leaned over,

he Bentley roared back in

s. Freezing wind whipped her dark hair. Massive trucks

her bones. Just as despair started to chok

ad's sharp profile. His deep eyes swept over her purpl

n. She slid into the backseat, pressing herself

rcus. He reached out and c

owing air. Clara's frozen limbs slowly

asked. His deep voice vibr

ted to take a walk." She lied t

"Taking a walk on a sixty-

She stared down, twis

aped into the road. Marcus slamm

n a split second, Conrad's arm shot out, wr

. He grunted. Two buttons on her th

his shoulders, her shirt torn open, exposing her skin and the deep curve of her clea

bruise. His pupils went black

"I-I'm sorry." She clutched

ut the window. His voice was hoarse. "Marcus, keep driving."

oulders, drowning in his scent. Neither spoke.

the Maybach pulled u

nk you," pushed the door ope

oor, his eyes locked onto the oversized men's jack