CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Margaret’s POV

Maybe this was what the remaining days of my life would be like. Nothing cleared the head better than a screaming orgasm with Williams after fucking Raymond. Monday morning, I felt energized and completely engaged in the nine o’clock department meeting. The other executives and their assistants had finally arrived to the new office, and because some things Williams had been working on came through, we were inundated with the prospect of twenty new marketing clients. I was buried. On the upside, I had very little time to let my mind wander too far.

But in between the frenzy—walking from one meeting to the next, a...