So I brought her straight to Michael’s company.
“There. Now you’re still my deputy here, and I’ll even pay you a higher salary than before.”
Hearing that, my deputy finally stopped crying and managed a smile.
I just shook my head at her.
…
To celebrate my joining his company—and for bringing in a thirty-million-dollar contract—Michael Harris hosted a welcome banquet for me at the most luxurious hotel in New York City.
But the moment we stepped into the lobby, we ran right into Daniel Walker and Emily Johnson!
Daniel looked worn out, but Emily’s face was flushed, the kind of glow that left little doubt about what they had been up to.
The instant they saw me and Michael together, their eyes lit up with sudden energy—as if I were the one having an affair.
“So this is what you call ‘working late,’ huh? Coming to a hotel?” I fired the first shot.
“You’re the one cheating, and now you want to turn around and accuse the CEO? Compared to you, we’re practically saints!” Emily shot back arrogantly.
“All these years, and you’re still in touch with him?!” Daniel roared, grabbing Michael by the collar.