Auctioned By The Ceo

Monique swung her stapler through the air, and for one horrifying minute, Hannah thought she was going to throw that office implement at the two somber looking security guards, who were indeed standing watch by the office entrance. The older one of them, Sean—Hannah stopped to chat to the sweet old guy every day on her way in—she loved hearing him talk about his grandkids’ latest antics—winced at Monique’s outburst. Poor Sean had worked here even longer than Hannah had and was due to retire soon. He so didn’t need this on a Monday morning. His younger sidekick, whose name escaped Hannah right now, a new addition to the team, employed by Logan himself, stepped forward.

“If you don’t want me to physically remove you from the premises right now, you’ll start behaving. Your conduct is unbecoming.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest, and Hannah swallowed hard. There was no doubt in her mind that he would follow through on that threat, but Monique took no notice.

“Hah, that’s rich, my conduct? I’m not the one who got herself a promotion by sleeping with the new boss. That would be all Miss Goody Two Shoes here.”

A collective murmur went around the open plan office, and Hannah wanted the ground to swallow her whole. This was exactly what she’d been afraid of happening.

“How dare you, Monique. I won that proposal fair and square, and if you’re being sacked you only have yourself to blame for your conduct at the auction. Last time I checked falsifying records was a sackable offence. You didn’t think of that when you decided to put me on the auction block, did you?”

“Hah, as if you cared about that. Just gave you another in with the boss, or is this where you going to tell me he forked ten grand out just for the privilege of holding your fucking hand? Admit it, you slept with him.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to refute that notion, but that would have been a lie, so Hannah reined in her temper and turned her back on the raging woman.

“I’ve got work to get on with, and I shan’t dignify that with an answer.”

why. Get off me, you

office. She could still be heard through the open windows, once

it was about time that got recognized. Say what you will about Mr. Bryce, he recognizes and rewards talent when he sees it. Monique

smiled back at the older woman, and glanced

Rosemary’s explanation didn’t make Hannah feel any better about the situation, and her unease only grew as the week wore on and there was

at least. Sarah had been gushing down the phone about the little girl and Logan’s extremely generous donation, which had earned the mite a place straightaway. Money most definitely did talk, and for once Hannah was glad that it did.

telling me about you and your uber-handsome boss, who

tell, and what do you

had done sweet FA to calm Hannah’s

type of questions?

then why wasn’t he at the office? It was almost as though he was avoiding her, which

did eventually swan in four days later, she was in the middle of a phone call with one of their most important clients. How she managed to keep talking and make any sense at all was something of a miracle because Logan made a beeline straight for her, glared when he saw she was busy, and