9
I stayed with the Millers, enjoying Mom’s
cooking, arranging better care for Dad, and
bonding with Michael. But I had one task left:
the handover with Britney. Seven days. That
was my promise.
On the seventh day, I returned to Harrison
Enterprises, no longer “Ms. Harrison,” but met
with curious stares. I climbed the stairs to
Britney’s office.
“You came?” She wore a power suit.
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attempting a CEO look. But clothes don’t
make the executive.
“Heard you’ve been staying with the Millers.”
She swirled wine in her glass, perched in the
big chair.
“Yes. And I learned what a terrible person you
are, Britney.”
Her face hardened. “Excuse me?”
“A snake, abandoning your sick father for
riches. Do you have a heart?”
She stood up. “Watch your tone. You’re not
Ms. Harrison anymore.”
The phone rang. “Hello?” Britney answered.
“Ms. Harrison, there’s a document…”
An assistant entered, instinctively handing the
file to me.
“Slap!” Britney snatched the file and threw it
at her. “Are you blind? I’m Ms. Harrison! What
are you doing giving it to her?!”
The outburst drew other employees.
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The assistant scrambled for the file. “Ms.
Harrison… I’m sorry… This project was Ms.
Ashley’s…”
Britney opened the file, but hesitated, unable
to sign.
I smirked. “Let me.”
I grabbed the all–English contract and signed.
I checked my watch, smiling at Britney.
“Time’s up. Looks like you’re on your own
now.”
“Oh, and get a translator for those
documents. Wouldn’t want another project to
fall through.”
I laughed, ignoring her furious expression as I
walked out. She was in over her head. I could
already picture her downfall.
