THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE GIRL FROM CAMDEN

ed, slamming his phone atop a pile of files on the rack. His fa

Garvey replied, her voice shaking, as s

commanded,sinking back into his ergonomic ch

just arrived. Evania froze mid-step, her face filled with dread, her

s your presence, Evan

her voice a mix of politeness and r

forget the approval form for a project

uried in my handbag," Evania gasped, rushing toward the elevator. She pulled the helms of her tig

ning down her back, her long brown legs shaking. She reached for the doorknob but hesitate

than yelled, Evania opened the door. T

klessness has dragged us into," Jon

e of my colleagues," she stamm

er the damn paper to Garvey? Is that your excuse?" Jonathan

ver happen again," Evania murmur

ge is already done," Jonathan shot

t. The clock ticked to nine, breaking the suspense. Evania brou

ied away by the madness, I-I'm truly sorry and

g from the table. "Do you even grasp what you've admitted? 'A lot' means I'm missing a complet

wning in work and struggling to keep u

k should be your obsession," Jonathan argued, st

te," she said, lifting

ther one?"

s shouldn't be..." she fumbl

ol," he inter

this is,"

ught you offguard too? You're really something young

ke the rest, was a mere disposable employee. Though her week had been

she'd managed him her way-until now. The court order demanding her presence at 8 a.m. at Guildford was the only valid ex

alid reason to mess up t

er-8 a.m. today at Gui

curred pulling strings to keep th

else my brother would

e random courthouse like Staines or Guildford where o

earching the tall, dark-haired figure before her, a few strays of her curled hair blowing in her fa

e break to pull yourself

,you can't do this to me," Evania

verse still tolerates you," Jonathan bragged, his voice

ect, I still have..." Evania's plea fell on deaf ears, her eyes wide w

h you, and if you finally wake up to your senses." His gaze fixed on her before he dashed to the window, staring out at the London skyl

than twenty four hours for to even stand a chance

the table with his fists, Mrs. Garvey