Chapter 142 Treating Me Like an Electrician

In the car, Whitney leaned against the backseat door, her face turned to the window. Damian glanced at her silhouette. "I thought your new job was going well, but it seems like you're being run ragged. Did I ever make you run errands when you were my assistant? "It seems like your boss has it out for you. Today, she made it pretty obvious she's targeting you. Am I wrong? "Whitney, the world out there isn't as great as you think. You're not cut out for office politics. Come back to me. Or better yet, be my full-time wife. If that's not enough, I'll set up an architecture firm just for you. You can be the boss." The offer was as tempting as a dream for many women. But beneath the surface, his words were filled with condescension, dismissiveness, and veiled mockery. Whitney didn't bother turning to him. She kept her eyes on the neon lights flickering past the window. "Even if I lose this job, I'll never come back to you." Suddenly, Damian yanked her toward him, causing her to stumbl