From Fired To His: His Ninety-Days Fiancée

rd box on my desk and felt th

st a cold, professional paragraph that ended my three years at Meridian Office

ssing client files, and my manager had chosen the quietest target. I did not argue. I had learne

hout direction, the box clutched to my chest, my worn flats scuffing the pavement. My phone buzzed with another reminder from the hos

re dollars. Due

already late. The eviction notice had been taped to my apart

rother. He would try to help. But he had his own struggles, and I had promised myse

a man in a tailored suit. He muttered something sharp and kept walking. I mu

g on a park bench an hour earlier. None of them had replied. Desperation made people

ended up in the

to enter the employment agency two doors down. Instead my feet carried me through the revolving doors of the most po

wept past me toward the elevators, and somehow I followed. No one stopped me. The

n the doors opened on the forty-second floor, I stepped out into a hallway of glass

ld hav

, controlled tone of a man who sounded li

wife within thirty days or the board takes fu

stood with his back to the glass wall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair cut with precision

Tho

s sat in the break room at my old job. Ruthless. Untouchab

nge something quiet. A suitable candidate. Someo

rp line of his jaw. "Find her. Quietly.

loor. The box slipped an inch in

in the ro

hysical weight. His eyes were a cold, assess

ty appeared

not authorize

ain the mistake, but Alex raised one ha

aid. His voice was

s and then filed out without another word. The door clicked shut behi

aze moved from the cardboard box to my s

from this flo

oice came out steadier than

feet away. The scent of clean cologne and po

not a q

rip on the box.

n his eyes. Interest,

is you

ie J

pty box through my building on

minutes ago. My mother is in the hospital. I have twelve days befor

did not look away. He seemed to b

blic. No emotional attachments. In exchange I will clear ev

e box felt suddenly

re ser

ed calm, but there was steel beneath it. "You ne

d that this was dangerous, that men like Alex Thompson did

nd like a stone. The yellow evicti

ted, unb

d. "After that the offer disappears and se

ad ever touched in my life. Ruthless. Dominant.

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