Page 5 of Following His Orders

“Randall, this is our newest associate, Miss Johnson. She’ll be working directly under me.” As I introduce the pair, the words play havoc on my cock. The ways I want Bentley working under me are not something I need to be thinking about right now.

Randall stands to greet her. “Miss Johnson, I didn’t know you were going into law,” he says.

“I… I… um…” Bentley is at a loss for words.

“Well, I hardly think it’s appropriate, given what your deadbeat father did. No amount of time can make anyone forget, Miss Johnson.” Randall spits her name out with so much hate.

“Hold up a minute. How do you two know each other?” I ask, walking around my desk and up to Bentley. I stand firmly next to her, making an obvious stance. I don’t give a fuck who Old Man Clive thinks he is. I will not tolerate anyone speaking to my staff like they’re trash.

“No, I don’t know her, nor do I care to. You either fire her now, or I’m walking out and taking my business with me,” Randall demands.

I stalk across the office. I will never be the man who gives into anyone’s ultimatums. Opening the door, I face Randall again. “The door’s here,” I tell him.

His face goes beetroot red, and the veins in his forehead visibly throb. “You choose her? That nobody, that good-for-nothing Johnson, over me and my billions?” he scoffs.

“I didn’t fucking stutter. Leave before I have security escort you out.” My voice rises, causing a whole heap of nosey fucking eyes to land this way.

Randall picks up his shit and stomps towards me. “You will regret this, Miller,” he says as he passes.

“Yeah, highly doubtful,” I tell him before slamming the door closed.

THREE

“And he just kicked him out? Your boss kicked Randall Clive out of his office?” Jules asks with her mouth open in shock.

To be honest, I think I’m still in shock myself. Why would Nathan Miller choose me over what must be one of the firm’s biggest clients? It makes no sense at all.

“Yep, that’s what happened,” I confirm.

“Why?”

“Thatisthe million-dollar question.” I raise my glass of pinot in the air.

“More like billion,” Jules says as she clinks her glass with mine. “But, seriously, what a fucking ass. Who does Mr Clive think he is? We used to run around with his grandchildren. We had family dinners, attended galas, all kinds of events together.”

“Well, it seems we are going to be paying for the sins of the father longer than we thought.”

If I had chosen a different career, something that wasn’t so corporate, then perhaps I could have slipped more under the radar. Not been called out for being my father’s daughter. I’m not ashamed. I know in my heart my father is an innocent man. I just wish the rest of the country would understand that too.

“Okay, so what happened after he kicked him out? What did your boss do then?” Jules asks.

What did Nathan do?My mind drifts back to that exchange. It happened only earlier today, but I feel like it’s been a whole week since that moment. Nathan sauntered towards me. I remember my whole body shaking, but then something happened. As he approached me, the fantasies started.

I wanted him to take me in his arms. I wanted his lips to smash down onto mine. I wanted him to pick me up, carry me over to his desk, and lay me down.

Of course, none of that happened.Thankfully, none of that happened. I do not want to be the girl who breaks the glass ceiling on her back. That’s not me. More power to anyone who chooses to take that route up the corporate ladder though.

“He just walked past me and went and sat behind his desk.” I shrug.

“Come on. There has to be more to this story. Why is your face red?” Jules asks, her eyes squinting at me.

“It’s hot in here, and that’s it. That’s all that happened,” I say, making sure I look her squarely in the eyes.

“If you say so.” She shrugs, her fingertips plucking her phone from the table.

I sigh, relaxing into my seat, thankful that Jules is going to drop this whole conversation.

“Wait a hot damn minute!” She yells out, looking up from her screen.

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