r opened, and Chloe stepped out. She wore the red suit. Her heels clicked against the pavemen

s about the blow-up between their CEO and his wife. Chloe ignored them, walking straight to the ex

bling slightly. "Mr. Santana is furious this mor

pping into the elevator and pres

ned. The silence held a beat longer than usual. Elliott sat at the head

rise that quickly curdled into a cold, mock

d his pen against the table. Twice.

-to have Chloe Beaumont formally removed from the boa

Santana. I'm sor

d Elliott. Chloe met his furious glare without flinching. She calmly took a stack of documents from h

she said, her gaze sweeping across the tabl

d from confusion to shock as they read the title: STATEMENT OF R

rk, mottled red. The humiliating speech h

o enraged he coul

ars. As my marriage to Mr. Santana has come to an end, I feel it is no longer appropriate for me to hold a position on th

ght nod to the room and turned to leave. He was going to fire her? No. She had

is voice, slamming his hand on

the door but d

tood. Chloe paused at the door but didn't turn back. She walke