Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully

longer the awkward girl with too-big sweaters and a heart too soft for her own good. No longer the girl who flinched at the s

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aughed at my expense. High school had been its own kind of battlefield, and Ethan had been the king, both literally and figurativ

ell, he was the CEO of a billion-dollar company. King Enterpr

leek, modern office floor-marble, chrome, glass everywhere. It was intimidating in its own way, b

ceptionist asked, lookin

ith Ethan King," I said,

ed up the phone. "M

call me. "Maddy the Mouse," or some other demeaning nickname that made me feel like no

said, standing to lead me down th

older I held like it was a lifeline. I could do this. I had to do this. After all, this m

ed once, then opened t

ied out, hair disheveled a

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and admired the e

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once made my l

n in high school. His suit was tailored to perfection, of course, and when he turned around, his eyes

insecurities, the memories of his laughter at my expens

but edged with something I couldn't place.

was pounding. I could tell from the way his gaze lingered that he was taking in the diffe

gesturing to the chair

moment-how much power I now held. I took my time, walking to the

addy the-" he said be

I spat, shooting h

k but he quickly reg

you're quite accomplished" he sa

you" I

u're qualified to work in King's

rked hard to make sure I me

nd judge my qualification by

said

me with confus

e asked with a

the job and your company ne

n to deny me emplo

n't hire you" he said indiff

I rep

call security to kick you out"

then" I s

said, tryin

to know the kind of man you

" He asked, his to

ure everyone would love to kno

on" he

him a small smile,"B

and snatched my res

rned back and caught a small look

a vile human being and he

ng?" He asked as soon a

"See you Monday m