The fallout from the inter-office audio link was still vibrating through the office. Michael had effectively labeled Evelyn as a "means to an end," unaware that the woman he was trying to "execute" had heard every word.
The next morning, the atmosphere on the executive floor of the Thorn Empire was suffocating. Michael was in a state of cold, quiet fury, like a man who had just realized he'd scorched the very bridge he intended to cross. Dominic entered the office, his usual playful smirk replaced by a mask of caution. He had heard the gossip and rumors floating around the offices and couldn't help but feel a twisted sort of amusement.
"President," Dominic began, clearing his throat. "There is gossip going on in the offices. The staff has officially labeled Miss Sin 'The Goddess' and you... well, the 'Douche bag' who broke her heart."
