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69: His Desk
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Winning My Ex-Crush 70: Lady Boss
Fenella’s POVThe woman walked briskly ahead of me, her shoes clacking loudly. The shoes she wore were even Oscar de Ragetti designs. I recognized them because Oscar had shown me his boutique when I signed the contract.Upon arriving in the fairly large meeting room, I was invited to take a seat. Once again, I complied with the woman. Her bossy aura was thick, and her charisma made it nearly impossible for me to argue.As I was about to sit down, she finally smiled warmly. Though it seemed I was starting to understand the difference between genuine and fake smiles, she resembled more of a sadistic robot who enjoyed rebelling against humans, as seen in movies."Which company are you from?" she asked sharply."I'm from Gene Talent Management," I replied spontaneously."The model and actor management company?" she asked with increased interest this time."Yes, exactly." I nodded with a smile, glad that someone recognized my name."I thought they had gone bankrupt," she chuckled arrogantl
Winning My Ex-Crush 71: Slanderous Accusation
Fenella’s POVI could only stay silent in confusion as I listened to the woman who claimed to be Laird's boss. My eyes blinked repeatedly as I observed her closely. From her appearance, it was clear she was not a foolish or poor woman.So why did she think her earlier statement was a normal thing coming from a career woman's mouth? Why did she seem so confident in what she said? Though I didn't believe her words, I still felt that something strange had happened."Laird is gay?" I repeated the woman's words slowly."He himself told me that," she said once more. The woman shrugged, as if all her words were sane."Laird is gay? He told you that himself."I repeated her
Winning My Ex-Crush 72: Cat Fight
Fenella’s POVThe woman approached me with angry steps, her face showing fierceness in the corners of her eyes that arched high. She stood right in front of me, no longer caring about the pairs of eyes now watching us from the tables in this room.They all stopped working. There was no phone ringing, no sound of keyboards clicking, and no one talking. The room suddenly fell into a tense silence as Rebecca stood right in front of me."I am the boss here, and I am a junior partner in this firm. You can't talk to me like that," she said slowly, emphasizing each word.She yelled sharply, her breath uneven. It seemed like her anger had reached its boiling point.Not wanting to back down, I finally stood my ground in front of her. I clenched my fists by my sides, leaning forward and glaring back at her fiercely."I can do whatever I want, and I am not your employee," I said, raising my voice and emphasizing each word."You bitch!"The next moment, she picked up the hot coffee from my desk.
Winning My Ex-Crush 73: Cooling Down
Fenella’s POV"I need to clean up in the restroom first," I told Laird as soon as we reached the ground floor of the building."Over there," Laird pointed to a hallway at the far left end of the building.I took off my jacket and quickly covered my face and head with it, which was now wet. My steps hurriedly ran away from Laird alone. When I entered the ladies' room, fortunately, there was no one.I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked at myself in front of the mirror. Quickly, I combed my hair with my fingers as smoothly as possible. I took out the powder and lipstick and then looked at my entire face."Ouch!"I groaned when I saw a few scratches from wounds on my cheeks, forehead, and chin. Fortunately, they were small, but there was a red mark. Quickly, I dampened the tissue with water and gently wiped away the wounds.Luckily, I wore a jacket and a long turtleneck, so there were no scratches on my body. It's just that my jacket and clothes were dirty, wet, smelled like
Winning My Ex-Crush 74: Suppressed Thoughts
Fenella’s POVDuring the ride, I remained silent without saying anything. Laird also seemed reluctant to bring up the issue from earlier. Slowly, Laird cleared his throat after a few glances at my face."So, what really happened earlier?" he asked from behind the wheel.I was still hesitant to answer and chose to stay quiet. My fingers intertwined, and I squeezed my hands anxiously. Honestly, I was afraid to talk to him about this.What if this was a sensitive topic for him? What if he felt his masculinity was challenged? Various anxious questions raced through my mind."Fenella?" Laird urged me again to speak.After taking a deep breath, I finally responded. My hands ran through my long hair again, and I cleared my throat lightly."Is Rebecca really your boss?" I asked."Actually, in the law firm, there is no boss. She's a junior partner in charge of me, sort of like a mentor," he replied briefly.Damn! This was all real! Rebecca was his mentor!"Has she ever said or asked anything t
Winning My Ex-Crush 75: Me Too
Fenella’s POVAlthough confused, Laird eventually complied with me. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and parked it. When the car finally came to a safe stop, he finally looked at my face closely."Are you okay?" he asked."No, I'm not okay," I said, shaking my head.He then looked at me with a furrowed brow. The corners of his eyes drooped, and he gazed at me with a mix of sadness and confusion."Sorry, Fenella. You must be disgusted with me for lying and being too scared to confront Rebecca," he said as he gently reached for my hand.I shook my head again, and tears slowly began to flow uncontrollably. My tears streamed down my cheeks, and I unbuckled
Winning My Ex-Crush 76: A Shady House
Fenella’s POVRepeatedly, I asked Laird about our destination, but he refused to tell me. It seemed he wanted to surprise me, so I eventually just went along with him. As we drove further towards the edge of Astoria Heights, I could only imagine why he would bother to drive here.He parked the car in front of what appeared to be an old house. The house was nestled among rows of other houses with red brick walls. The garage and front yard looked neglected, and I almost thought the house was vacant."We're here," he said as he got out of the car.Confused, I could only follow suit and step out of the car. We walked up to the front door, and he rang the bell."Do you still have free time today?" he asked."Yes. I told Jessy, and we might have to reschedule for later," I replied, shrugging."Well, this will only take a moment, I hope," he said, pressing the bell once more.We waited for quite some time, but there was still no answer. He frowned, and I waited for any movement or sound from
Winning My Ex-Crush 77: Private Little Office
Fenella’s POV"Bravo, come here. This is your lunch."The woman slowly walked past me and up the stairs. Then, she extended a partially peeled banana to Bravo, and the animal leaped into her hand. Bravo eagerly grabbed and bit into the banana. In Rowan's hand, the big sugar glider appeared obedient and calm."Thank you for finding him," she said with a wide smile this time."This is Fenella, and this is Rowan," Laird introduced us briefly."Good job, Fenella," Rowan said with a smile."I didn't do anything, really," I replied, shrugging modestly with a restrained smile. Truly."Come inside." Rowan invited us to follow her through a door across the room that Laird had entered earlier. We climbed the stairs until we reached a small room."You're lucky that it was me and Fenella who found him," she said behind Rowan."Sorry. I think Dave forgot to lock the back door when he left earlier," he muttered softly while stroking Bravo in his hand."Be careful," Laird advised the woman."Yes, La
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