Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321

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“Morning, Sophia.” The voice came from behind me Martinez, one of the senior accountants. Lucas is looking for the Q3 projections. Said you’d have ther ready.”

I didn’t turn around. They’re on his desk.”

“Right. He didn’t leave. I could feel him standing there, his eyes on the back of my neck. Must be tough, working here. You know, given the history.

“I manage,” I said flatly.

‘I’m sure you do.” Something in his tone made my skin crawl. “You’ve always been good at… managing situations.”

I spun around, ready to tell him to fuck off, but he was already walking away. Coward.

“Hey, Sophia.” Another voice-Miller, from marketing. Expensive suit, slicked-back hair, wedding ring he never seemed to remember he was wearing. ‘Need you to make copies of these for the meeting. Twenty sets.”

He dropped a stack of papers on my desk without waiting for a response. I stared at them, feeling something hot and bitter rise in my throat.

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“There’s a copy room on the fifteenth floor,” I said carefully. “With people whose actual job is making copies.”

“Yeah, but Lucas said you’d handle it. Miller smiled, the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Unless you want me to tell him you refused?”

I picked up the papers, my fingers tight around the edges. “Fine.”

“That’s what I thought.” He leaned against my desk, his cologne overwhelming. You know, if you ever get tired of being Lucas’s pet, I could-

“Don’t.” I cut him off, my voice sharp.

The morning crawled by. Phone calls. Emails. Making copies like I was some entry-level intern instead of someone who used to sit on this company’s board of directors. Every task felt like another small humiliation, another reminder of how far I’d fallen.

By the time the board meeting rolled around at two, I was exhausted. Not physically-I could handle the work. But emotionally, spiritually, I was drained.

The conference room was already full when I arrived twelve men in expensive suits, all of them looking at me like I was something they’d scraped off their shoes. I recognized most of them. Some had worked for my father. Others had been family friends, had attended my quinceaner

Now they looked through me like I was invisible.

I started distributing the folders, moving around the cable. When I reached Morrison-fat fingers, red face, always breathing too heavily-he shifted in his

seat, and his hand found my hip.

I froze, the folder still in my hands. His fingers squeezed, proprietary. Claiming.

“Looking good, Sophia, he said, loud enough for the others to hear. Reynolds is a lucky man.”

A few of them laughed. Not uncomfortable laughs, nor protests. Just… laughter.

I tried to step away, but his hand moved lower, cupping my ass through my skirt. My whole body went rigid.

10:51 am P TOW

Chapter 321

Morrison” Istarted, but before I could finish, someone else moved.

The woman from HR-sharp bob, always wore too much red lipstick-stood up from her seat and somehow managed to bump into me. Hard. I stumbled forward, right into Morrison’s lap.

His arms came around me, thick and suffocating. I could smell his cologne, feel his breath on my neck.

‘Well, well,’ he said, his voice dripping with false surprise. “Looks like someone’s eager.”

The HR woman leaned down, her mouth close to my ear. “Come on, Sophia,” she whispered, just loud enough for Morrison to hear. “You’re already playing whore for the boss. Don’t be picky about your clients.”

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Something inside me snapped.

I brought my heel down on Morrison’s foot-hard. He yelped, his grip loosening, and I shoved myself up and away from him.

myself

“You bitch-” he started, but I was already moving toward the door, my heart pounding, my face burning with humiliation and rage.

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