The Billionaire's Secret Mistress

I all but fled to the office.

By the time I reached my desk, there were two minutes left before the workday started.

The coworkers I knew well crowded around to congratulate me.

"Congrats, Barbie."

"You finally made it. All that hard work paid off."

"Right? Don't forget about us little people once you're big and important."

I laughed. "Nothing's official yet, don't jinx it."

That was what I said out loud, but in my heart I thought it was as good as done.

Even I believed it.

Since graduating college, I'd stayed on in Harborview.

For years I poured everything into carving out a place for myself in this city.

Overtime with no end to it, whole nights burned through without sleep.

All to prove myself to everyone.

At least now it seemed the hard years were finally paying off.

Unlucky in love, but if I could win at work, that made it worth it.

Then, the very next moment, my boss called me into his office, and the dream shattered.

"Barbara, you did excellent work on the rural Midwest project. But the company's leadership has made a final decision. The project department head position will go to Clementine Chavez."

"Going forward, you'll need to fully support her in her work."

"Why?" I stood there frozen, and it was a long time before I heard my own voice.

"Leadership's decision. Whose decision?" My chest was full of resentment and rage.

That position was what I'd earned with eight uncomplaining years at this company. I'd earned it with blood and sweat. It was mine.

"You promised me yourself. You said that once I finished this project, the project department manager position—"

"Barbara, you've been here long enough. I don't need to teach you how things work." Seeing how worked up I was, he cut in right on cue.

I pressed the emotion back down, closed my eyes, and drew a slow breath.

When I opened them again I was a good deal calmer. "Even so, the person replacing me shouldn't be some newcomer who just walked in the door."

He looked at me, started to speak, then stopped.

Maybe he couldn't quite bring himself to stay silent. With a soft sigh, he told me anyway. "You know how it is. In this business, ability is one thing, and connections are another."

"When Clementine joined, she brought a hundred-million-dollar investment project with her. That's eighty million more than your rural Midwest project."

"And more than that, her fiancé is Mr. Farley of the Farley Group. So tell me, do you really think that hundred million is all there is behind her?"

"If you were the one deciding, who would you pick?"