Authors: Stacey Wiedower
Tags: #Romance, #EBF, #Chick-Lit, #Contemporary
“Maybe it’s time to branch out.”
Clearly he pitied Betsy. It was time to grab the controls. “I can fix this. I can smooth things out. Get my assistant her own assistant. At least until she’s had it.”
“Her baby is not an
it
,” he snapped.
“Did I say ‘it’?” I’d been talking so quickly.
It? Good move, Kylie.
“Yes,” Bob said quietly, losing his starch. Crossing his arms, he glanced at a framed photo: a gap-toothed, pigtailed toddler on a swing, pushed by his beaming, very pregnant wife. “You’re going to have to leave until this dies down.”
For a second I felt nothing but a weight pressing on the top of my head, a dull ringing in my ears. “This isn’t
Survivor
. You can’t let random strangers on YouTube vote me off because I lost my temper.”
“They’re not. Lance is.”
The CEO?
I was in a tippy canoe, and by golly, there went my paddle.
I made a tiny bubble of an objection as I sank. “She wasn’t doing her job.”
“Effective immediately,” he said. I knew what silently preceded those two words.
Terminated.
This wasn’t a break.
This was permanent.