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are disposable junk? He’s a hypocrite. He’s in the news every other day with his antics, yet he wants to talk about equality. It’s a joke.” Rick was on a roll now, he looked to be in his glee.
    “As if he really cares, he’s just trying to use this fake concern over the treatment of women as a smokescreen. Sarah Beaumont won’t last five minutes trying to do a job she has no experience for. She just got lucky today, and no doubt she’s been getting lucky for a while, if you know what I mean…”
    Sarah switched the television off and stopped herself from hurling the remote control across the room. The television set was the only decent thing she owned. Rick was an asshole, and she’d prove him wrong. She could totally do this job, and it had nothing to do with Brock Devlin.
    Her phone rang. An unknown number. Not the press already. She didn’t answer it. She walked into her bedroom, and it rang again, same number. Brock flashed through her mind. Don’t be ridiculous.
    What she needed was a shower and sleep. She undressed in the bathroom and turned on the water and stepped under the cascading water. The heat soothed her frayed nerves and self-doubt. She didn’t care about anything right now. Tomorrow was another day. She turned off the water and stepped back out to dry herself.
    The message tone went off, and she checked her phone. It was from the number she didn’t answer.
    You can absolutely do this job. Let’s show Rick how we roll. Don’t doubt your abilities because of his sour grapes, otherwise he’s won.
    ****
    The next morning, when Sarah hit the boardroom door and strode through with confidence, exactly on time, she never made eye contact with Brock. She knew he was in there, she could feel him. She faced the twelve youths all staring at her, and then made solid eye contact with every person there. Brock wasn’t sitting at the table. But she could see his outline standing at the back in her peripheral vision. Definitely not looking at him.
    “Good morning, everyone.”
    “Good morning, Sarah. Take a seat. Relax.” The girl looked under twenty.
    Sarah nerves made her jittery inside, but she was in no doubt today was her day. “Thank you. I prefer to stand. I appreciate the faith you’ve all placed in me.”
    “There’s been a bit of a shit storm in the media about your relationship with Brock and the way in which you found yourself as head of our legal department.”
    “I’m aware. Yes.”
    “Rick Anderson is also showing his true colors. Do you intend to defend yourself against his comments?” A young male with large blue eyes and messy blonde hair spoke up from the back. He never let go of his smartphone the whole time.
    “No. I’m going to do my job and get the team solid. Then, I intend to win every case we have.”
    “So you don’t intend to refute the claim that you a Brock are embroiled in a sexual relationship?”
    “No. Why should I? None of its true. I’m not known for my promiscuity, as I’m sure everyone here already knows.” She saw the nods around the table. “Mr. Devlin is the only one with anything to refute. He has the playboy reputation. Not me.”
    “A good point, Sarah. We aren’t at all concerned with it, in fact, all press is good press as they say. I don’t like see character assassination though.”
    “Let them go. They’ve got nothing. I don’t do sexual, so it can’t hurt me. But if I were having sex with Brock, or anyone else, I wouldn’t be ashamed of it.”
    Brock cleared his throat and drew her attention. His eyes dark with desire, and his mouth turned up at one corner. “Hear, hear.”
    Sarah felt the blush heat her face. Damn, she’d forgotten he was there for a minute.
    The group all laughed. The young lady spoke again. “We are in a unique position with the opportunity Brock has allowed us here. We’d like to show the world that we can bring a vibrant energy and fresh ideas to businesses that have an old-school hierarchy.”
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