eaming lasagna. The che

ne. "To the new Chief Assistant! Ma

ite. "Did your MIA billionaire husb

. "He's a signature on a piece of paper,

nough male ego to deal with at work. The CE

look a little too excited

r-end bonus," Delinda lied

r on the top floor of th

ian rushed up to her, his face pale. "Do

he walked to the coffee machine, poured a b

uit jacket was off. His tie was pulled loose, the coll

set the coffee down. "Good morn

nd. His eyes

nder from his desk and hurled it at the

. Hundreds of pages spi

st heaving. "The projections are weak.

those numbers three times. They were fla

ue. She didn't

her spine straight as she began gathe

at the pale skin of her exposed n

kept hearing that man

ng wife onto the woman kneeling at his feet. He wanted to b

ped the papers against th

flawless mask of professionalism. "I will hav

d walked out, closing the

tration and kicked the heavy metal trash can

h his hair, breathing heavi

ists. She opened the file on her computer