I'LL FIGHT FOR HIM

When Percy woke up that morning, the first thing she did was check her phone, and there it was—the message from Ashton that had arrived during the night. As her eyes scanned through it, a small smile crept across her face.

"This is so much better," she whispered to herself. "If I'm no longer his employee, it'll be easier for him to see me as more than just a colleague—maybe even as a potential life partner."

Percy had already made up her mind. She wasn’t going to continue working under Ashton. She was done pretending to be the poor girl, the one who had nothing, when in reality, she was anything but. Working for someone else and taking orders had become unbearable. She was used to giving commands, not following them. With renewed energy and a sense of purpose, she got up, preparing herself for the day ahead.

"At the end of the day," she muttered to herself, "I was the one who came clean to Ashton. Sarah’s been deceiving him this whole time, but I was honest. I bared my soul to