LOGIN“We should watch the rest,” I tell him, though my voice is shaky. “No,” Miles says, more firmly. I breathe a sigh of relief. For my job, I know we have to hear it. But personally, I would like to go the rest of my life without even thinking about Edward Zimmer again. “The numbers are already u
Edward’s response comes in the form of a video message. Crystal set it up on the television on the wall, while Miles and I huddle closer to the screen. Miles holds tightly onto my hand. “Whatever happens. Whatever he says. We will stand against him and we will win,” he says. I believe him. Last
How could I say anything but yes? A thousand times over, yes, yes, yes. I’ve tried so hard since that first night, sleeping with Miles while thinking him a call boy, to not fall in love with him. Yet, as hard as I tried not to, my heart kept pulling me straight back to him. My love for Miles is so
We hold the press conference in front of the headquarters, setting up a podium outside the double doors. The news media organizations have been notified, so they send reporters and cameramen, who have set up around the podium. The release we sent out already told them that the conference would be
Later, I’m going to have to have a meeting and call in all the employees to discuss this. Their care is appreciated, but I need to be able to do my job. For now, though, it seems as if Crystal gets the hint. With a shallow nod, she continues her report. “Mr. Zimmer has been quiet since the inter
Garnar, knowing I was giving a difficult interview tonight, offered to watch the kids. Since they are at Garnar’s house, I expected the house to be empty when I finally returned. Instead, I see Miles’s car parked in my driveway and the additional security staked out around the premises. It’s a rel
Miles seems frantic, his eyes darting around. When he spots the reception desk, he storms forward.Sitting in the waiting room, I call out to him, “Miles?”Immediately he stops, spots me, and rushes to my side instead. Standing over me, he scans me with his eyes as if searching for anything out of t
The next day, I write up my article on Miles and the tavern he saved and submit it to Lila, who seems very annoyed I took the nothing lead she gave me and actually turned it into something.In what I suspect to be punishment, she loads me up with trivial tasks. Refill the coffee pot, deliver these l
Half of me wants to storm right over to that table and ask Erica to back all the way off, but two things stop me.One, Miles is not my boyfriend. I have no claim on him at all, and certainly no reason to be mad.And two, Miles is attempting to win favor with one of the most influential groups in the
I open my mouth, close it, open it again. I don’t know how to answer this.Yes, I want Lila to be caught and held accountable for everything she’s done to me and others, but this feels a lot like snitching.“She is,” Cynthia says.“I need to hear it from Esther’s mouth,” Hugo tells Cynthia gently.C







