Arabella went back to her room gritting and clenching her fists. ‘That bastard!’ She had cursed him over and over again. She heaved a heavy breath and tried to forget what had happened earlier inside his room. How foolish she was, to think that Bill would treat her better. He’s still as arrogant as he was. How could she let him be her daughter’s father? He could have Trishia and all other women for all he cares, but she won’t allow herself to be included as one of his women not even a father to her child.
After calming herself, she walked out of the office and went to the HR department. Just maybe the HR manager of Sky Corporation wasn’t that arrogant as their big boss, but when she got to the big HR department, someone had led her to the HR Vice President’s office.
“Good morning, Arabella Jones from NZ Cosmetics.” She smiled at the well-made and refined, old woman probably in her 60s.
