Chapter 2
Kyker didn’t come home that night.
I knew he was expressing his anger and dissatisfaction through his absence.
The next day, I left our son with the nanny and went straight to the office.
The employees looked surprised when they saw me, quickly lowering their heads and greeting me respectfully.
Ms. Sullivan! Your postpartum recovery period isn’t over yet. Should you be at home and have rest?” the young receptionist asked with concern.
Just checking on things,” I replied with a slight nod before heading straight to the executive floor.
As the elevator doors opened, I heard laughter coming from Ryker’s office.
Through the half–open door, I saw Brianna sitting beside him.
Ryker’s eyes sparkled with amusement–a stark contrast to the cool demeanor he typically maintained with other assistants.
Usually, except for me, he never allowed anyone to linger in his office, much less with such a tender expression on his face.
But now, he was sitting incredibly close to Brianna, the two of them deep in animated conversation.
Brianna was wearing a high–end designer outfit.
The exact one I had been eyeing–the one Ryker had promised to get for me.
Not just expensive, it was a limited edition–only five sets existed worldwide.
And now it was on an female intern.
I pushed the door open. Their laughter died instantly.
The smile froze on Ryker’s face.
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“What are you doing here?” he asked.
Brianna quickly stood up, plastering a respectful expression on her face while greeting me in a
honeyed voice.
“Ms. Sullivan! I heard you just had your baby. They say pregnancy changes a woman’s figure, but
wow, you’ve bounced back amazingly!”
I scoffed, firing back: “Since when is my figure any of your business? Which blind idiot hired someone with such poor manners?”
Brianna’s smile stiffened, her fingers fidgeting nervously.
“Take off that outfit. Now.”
The atmosphere in the office plummeted to sub–zero.
Brianna’s eyes widened, her lips trembling in disbelief.
She turned to Ryker with a doe–eyed, tearful look of appeal.
I also turned to Ryker, my gaze cold as ice.
“Explain why MY clothes are on HER body.”
Heard of that, Ryker’s brow furrowed in irritation.
“After yesterday’s office incident, Brianna became the subject of office gossip. I was simply compensating her.”
“It’s just an outfit. I’ll get you something better later.”
“Compensation?” I let out a cold laugh. “This outfit might not be much to us, but it’s still a globally limited edition haute couture piece. Who the hell is Brianna to wear something like this?”
“Besides, yesterday’s situation was her own fault for not knowing her place.”
“Ryker, have you forgotten your position? Forgotten who I am? Who gave you permission to hand out my things?!”
By the time I finished, Brianna was pale with fear, teary–eyed as she stammered:
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“I’m sorry, Ms. Sullivan, I didn’t know it was yours…”
‘Now you do. Take it off immediately.”
Seeing me cut Brianna off and refusing to back down, Ryker lost his patience.
‘Mila! Enough! We have a project meeting to get to. Stop making a scene!”
My heart sank.
He had never raised his voice at me in the office before, but now he was breaking that rule for Brianna.
Beside him, Brianna visibly relaxed when she saw Ryker standing up for her.
‘Project? Which project?”
‘The collaboration with Grant Corp. Brianna and I were just about to leave.”
Ryker adjusted his tie, his tone increasingly impatient.
‘Ms. Winters has been instrumental in this deal, so I’m taking her along for the negotiation.”
I raised an eyebrow, my smile dripping with sarcasm. “Oh? I wasn’t aware an intern had such influence that she could sway public company decisions now.”
Ryker’s face darkened as he grabbed his briefcase and gestured for Brianna to follow.
‘Let’s go. We’re wasting time.”
As they brushed past me, Brianna flashed me a smug smile, her eyes full of challenge.
Well, Ryker, you brought this on yourself.
Since you insist on defending Brianna, don’t blame me for what comes next.
After they left, I pulled out my phone and dialed the private number of Grant Corp’s chairman.
“Chairman Willis? This is Mila.”
“About that collaboration Ryker is discussing today…”
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