The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 88

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I couldn’t stand Margaret. Her constant gossip was a source of problems for me. Especially since some of that gossip included telling people around the office that I had older men
supporting me. Let’s just say it didn’t exactly endear me to any of my colleagues.
I had worked at MPC for so many years, and I couldn’t count how many wealthy sponsors I’d been rumored to have thanks to Margaret talking behind my back and making things up.
In the past, I’d restrained from saying anything to her. I needed the job, and if someone piss ed Margaret off, they didn’t last for very long after that.
My patience for her bu llshit was gone.
Margaret was stunned for a moment. She didn’t expect Taya, who had always been well-behaved and weak, to dare to
refute her. A human daring to talk back to her? How dare she.
She was so angry that she wanted to slap her, but Brielle stopped her.
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“Margaret, Taya is leaving. Just let her wrap up her work to
hand over to you.”
“She can ask someone else to do it. I don’t have any obligation to take on her job!”
Margaret glared fiercely at Taya, twisted her slender waist,
and sat at her office desk.
The sound of moving the chair was loud, and it wasn’t near enough to vent her anger. She picked up a file and slammed it
hard on the desk.
The banging sound startled Brielle. She covered her m outh and whispered to me. “Lila told you to hand over your work
to Margaret, and she agreed to take over because you have
some key clients. But now…”
“I’m going to find Lila and see what she wants to do. Honestly, it’s not really my problem since I’ve quit,” I said indifferently.
I picked up the access card for the top floor and walked
towards the elevator.
Lila was the person in charge of Elder Thorin’s office and was the personal assistant to the CEO. She usually worked on the
top floor and would only come down occasionally when she
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I swiped the card and watched as the floor numbers ticked by, the elevator on its way. With a “ding,” the doors opened.
Two people stood side by side.
When I saw them, I couldn’t move.