ds into a cardboard box. Her stomach throbbed with a dull, persistent cramp. She walked ove

arms crossed. "Packing already, Director Miller? Katelyn's media kit

taping the bottom of the bo

e entire open-plan floor. "The CEO hasn't approved your

of my way

mployee could hear. "Who do you think you are? Everyone in this building knows yo

ut among the sta

es. "Defamation is a tort, Brenda.

deadbeat journalist father hadn't gotten himself run over in that rainstorm ten years ago, th

n Mi

who had won the Pulitzer Prize for investigative jo

p echoed like a guns

he stumbled back against a desk, clu

office went

amber eyes burning with ice. "Mention my father's name

bitch!" Bre

shed open. Damond stepped in, his expression th

re?" Damond's voice c

r. Montgomery! I was just asking for the project files, and Di

aid, looking straight at Damond, searching

Katelyn, who was visibly trembling from the shou

porate grounds is an immediate violation of your contr

all out from beneath her

compromising. "This is an office, not a

on Damond's sleeve. "Harlow, just say you're

copper filled her mouth where she had bitten her inner lip. She fel

ath, draining every ounce

t Brenda. "I

ds were compl

comply without fighting back sent a

x, her spine straight as a rod. "

answer, she walked past

her arm, but Katelyn gasped, clutching

de the metal cabin, Harlow collapsed against the wall, her forehead pre