Chapter 55 - Appearance Of The Queen (Part 2). (2/2)

”What are you doing! Have you gone mad completely?!” the secretary hissed at Emily and tried to drag her back to the waiting room.

”It's okay, Stephanie. You can go. Looks like Miss Hayes wants to tell me something,” the man leaned back in his chair and grinned. One got the impression that it was a show for him.

All right, Justin Evans, this is definitely not going to end peacefully. The indignant dragon Emily was already emitting puffs of flame.

”What? Why would you... Mr. Evans...,” Stephanie was suddenly confused.

And how hard it was to understand for her? The boss made it clear! Get lost! Be history already! Get out! We've got a battle (that is, a serious conversation) planned.

”You may go, Stephanie,” Evans ordered sternly. And Emily added an equally evil look.

The secretary went even grayer. What's the matter with her? Hasn't she ever seen somebody is going to arrange a scandal with her boss? No? Enjoy yourself in the front raw then! That gossip can then be spread throughout the publishing house.

Emily will make sure she has a story to tell.

On the other hand, then his wife will know for sure about it. For a moment, Emily's conscience pricked her, but noticing the boss's mocking look, her conscience shut up.

What a jerk!

”You heard it, Stephanie. Close the door behind you! And shut your pretty ears tight,” Emily smiled ominously, pushing the secretary out the door.

She closed the office door and turned around.

Evans rose gracefully from his seat (sexy bastard!) and walked around the table. His presence was so strong and so overwhelming that Emily's knees weakened.

Damn hormones, physiology and a treacherous heart! How dare they confuse her when she has already made a decision?!

She knew from the start that this man was dangerous. She knew it, but only now realized how much she was trapped in his web. Silly butterfly.

One can break out of these nets only by breaking off the wings.

Evans leaned his back on the edge of his desk. His hands dug lazily into the pockets of his trousers. The man resembled a predator driving his prey into a corner and with irony watching the victim's futile attempts to defend herself.

”And what do I owe you for such a spectacular appearance, Miss Hayes?”

Even his voice sounded different to Emily now, and the undisguised, mocking notes in his intonation infuriated her even more.

The inner dragon thirsted for revenge.

Emily grinned.

And he will get it.

The girl reached out to the office door and snapped it shut.