Fabian’s face grew even darker.
“Jareth, we don’t know who’s going to win or lose yet. You’d better not get ahead of yourself,” he spat, a venomous glint in his eyes.
“We’ll see about that,” Jareth replied icily.
“Just you wait.”
As Fabian turned to leave, he deliberately brushed past Niamh, his hand grabbing her backside firmly before he walked away.
Niamh wanted to scream at the disgusting pig. He looked so respectable, but he was nothing but a vile, shameless creep.
Just as Fabian left, Charlene, the company’s design director, hurried over. “Mr. Bragg, I heard you arrived this morning! Why didn’t you let me know?”
Charlene and her design team had been on-site for a week preparing for the show.
Before Jareth could answer, her gaze shifted to Niamh, cold and dismissive. “Mr. Bragg, is this the new secretary who replaced Blaire?”
Jareth nodded.
“Hello, Ms. Charlene,” Niamh said warmly, offering a greeting. She had heard a lot about the famous director but hadn’t had a chance to meet her yet. The real person was even more beautiful than her photos.
Charlene, however, ignored her greeting. “Mr. Bragg and I have some business to discuss. Would you mind giving us some privacy, Ms. Lynn?”
But Jareth cut in. “She’s not an outsider. You can speak freely.”
Not an outsider? Niamh had only been with the company for a few days, and Mr. Bragg already considered her an insider?



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