My boyfriend dumped me to my face in front of the entire office.
Three weeks later, a stranger I'd spent one unforgettable night with bought my company for $412 million.
Dominic King is my new CEO, my ex's boss, and the man pretending he doesn't remember me.
I know he's lying. Men who forget don't stop breathing when you walk into a room.
He made me Project Director after I handed him proof that someone inside the company was stealing millions.
Now we're pulling the fraud apart together while the line between boss and something else gets thinner.
He left the first time because he couldn't predict me.
This time, I'm writing the terms.
And clause nine, paragraph three says the board can't touch me for it.