The tech department was the heart of the whole company—pretty much everything important needed our input or sign-off.
“Sorry, boss, I’ve got some personal stuff to handle. I’ll be out for a bit.”
Luckily, the meeting was almost done. If it wasn’t, I would’ve felt too awkward to even ask.
Elliot just nodded, eyes cool and unreadable, that kind of deep, mysterious look that always gave nothing away.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, Marissa spotted me. She glided over, all elegant and proper, chin up like she was above everyone else. But in her eyes, I could see it—pure disgust and anger, barely hidden.
Today she was wearing a dark purple embroidered dress and had a fur stole draped over her shoulders. Pricey for sure, but honestly, it looked as out of place on her as a tiara on a scarecrow.
“Did you need something, Mrs. Thompson?” I walked right up and stopped in front of her.
The receptionist and security guy both gave her weird looks when they heard what I called her.
“What did you just call me? I’m your mother-in-law. You’ve been in the Thompson family for five years—do you really not know basic manners? Typical of someone raised by nobodies. Some people just can’t be taught.” Marissa’s face twisted, her eyes cold enough to freeze someone on the spot.

Verify captcha to read the content
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession