Chapter 92

The office is a welcome sight. My assistant, Rosalie, warmly greets me and compliments my hair, natural highlights, and tan. She gushes a little too much at how I look, and I’m forced to give her a cool glare to get her to return to a professional manner.

The issues with the merger are nothing and could have been handled by anyone involved; there was no need for me to be here. The lawyers have taken care of almost everything, and the minor details are rectified in half a morning. I walk through Jake’s office and dump the files on his desk; I like that they scatter messily, don’t bother straightening them, and quell the urge to push over his desk caddy beside them.

“Fix them yourself,” I mutter and toss his pen on top. It’s fair to say I’m still as pissed as ever, and right now, the thought of resignation is swirling in my mind rather childishly.

No, if I’m going to do that, I’d rather say it to his face. I wouldn’t want to miss THAT reaction.

I have a busines