All Chapters of Lies Behind Bars: The Hidden Life: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"The simple and only reason is that I am your boss." "I heard from everyone that you are a terrible boss in that regard." "A terrible boss?" she scoffed. "You are quite bold." "And you are a woman." "And what does that have to do with anything?" "It has a lot to do with everything; if women learn that they are not supposed to try and compete with men, then the world would be a much better place for us all." Lila reeled with shock; she could only believe that the same man who had been so gentle and kind was the same one who was saying all these things and even worse to her face. She could not understand what was happening because, at the beginning of the conversation, she could have sworn that he wanted to ask her out, but now it seemed like he was dying to insult her. "What are you saying?" 'I just want to know the reason you think you are worthy enough to sit here in this office." "The reason?" she asked. She stood up from the sofa and went back to her chair behind the table

"I have to get him fired," Lila said, sitting behind her brother, who was making dinner for the first time since she arrived at the house. He had gotten home earlier than usual and then made his way to the kitchen. She paused, put her hand on her chin, and leaned forward on the counter that separated them. She wondered how much Arietta would love to see the sight in front of hers, even though she thought it was disturbing. She took her phone from her bag sitting beside her and took a picture, sending it to Arietta. She called, but Lila declined it and sent a text immediately. Why are you calling me? Is there something important you'd like to say? She knew very well the reason she was calling her. She wanted to get a feel for the situation. He is cooking? I have never seen him cook before. What is the occasion?That I can't seem to figure out. I keep telling him how Zach treated me at work today, and he has not turned to me in a full minute. I am coming over. You are coming over?

Oliver stepped into his room and sat on the bed. He had craved a one-pot meal, the kind he cooked while he cooked the meat all by himself and had rushed home to cook it. If he were a normal boy, then his evening would have ended with him getting complaints from girls about how good it tasted, but now even he did not know what magic he had created. After Arietta had stormed out, Lila had given him a disappointed look because she had not left and stayed to listen in on the conversation between them. He could not shake off how sad Arietta looked when she told him that their relationship was ending and that it was time for her to let go. "I hope we can avoid each other as much as we can to stop any awkwardness between us," she said before leaving. He could not believe her final words to him were those cruel things. He replayed the scene in his head, and even though his heart ached as if someone had thrust a spear through it, he was convincing himself that everything that had happened ha

Lila rushed down the stairs to the kitchen, she picked up two spots from the drawer and put it into the freezer part of the refrigerator. She got the coffee machine running as she stood by the side. She did not want to sit before she fell asleep, she had stayed awake all night reviewing some of the documents. At first everything looked like it had been written in a foreign language but after a while some of the terms began to make sense with a little help from the Internet. No matter how she studied the work she could not seem to get a hang of it. So when she felt like it was an okay time to speak over the phone with her assistant she called her up and asked her for help, they both had goals if they could scratch each other's back they would have their end results soon. She closed her eyes, the end part of her back resting on the edge of the counter as her mind replayed the entire events of yesterday. She had been shocked in more ways than one but since she was trying to grow

Lila looked down at her ringing phone. She bit the corner of her lips in annoyance as she watched it ring. She did not want to pick it up, but she did not wish Damien to think she cared enough to play hard to get with him. She did not care that he had not reached out to her sister the night of the party and that she had intentionally built walls around herself to keep him out. She knew that the call could breed a different outcome with her, and she was not liking it. She swiped her finger across the screen and put the phone to her ears. "Hello," she murmured. "Hello?" His tone was not as friendly as she would have liked, but she did not mind; she ignored it and wondered why he sounded as if she were the one calling him and interrupting his busy schedule. "You called me," she replied, rolling her chair back and stepping out of it barefoot. She leaned her bottom to the edge of the table and stared at the wall behind her that had several glass parts by the side. She wanted to ask him