Chapter 1
My father, the Secretary of Defense, called me from the Pentagon with a classified line-he’d arranged my engagement to Louis Johnson.
He seemed perfect on paper- not only handsome, but also the CEO of New York’s biggest publicly traded companies.
Considering my classified status, I couldn’t take commercial flights-so the President personally lent me his personal armored Suburban. Just to make a statement.
I arrived at my fiancé’s company building right on time and was backing into a parking spot when a red Ferrari speeding toward me.
I couldn’t brake in time and crashed straight into it.
Carrie Fletcher angrily rolled down her window and screamed at me:
“You stupid bitch! Are you fucking blind?! Do you even know how to drive?”
I bit back my anger and shot back: “You’re the one who stole my parking spot! How the hell is this my fault?”
Facing with my question, she just looked at me with complete disdain.
Your parking spot? What a joke!”
‘Listen up, you worthless piece of trash – let me make it clear. In New York, the Johnson family owns everything. Even the air you breathe belongs to us. Got it?!”
I stood there stunned for a second, then pulled out my phone and speed-dialed my fiancé.
‘Hey, Louis Johnson. So I’m hearing that your Johnson family runs New York. Is that actually true?”
Honestly, if it weren’t for my dad, I wouldn’t have even bothered making this call.
Damaging my boss’s ride wasn’t something money could just fix.
f my future husband showed some decent remorse, maybe I could pull some strings and make this whole mess disappear.
I’m busy. Whatever it is, make it quick.”
His tone dripped with impatience.
‘Mr. Johnson, I really think you should come down here yourself, or-”
But before I could finish, the line went dead.
I stared at my phone in stunned.
Are all rich guys this much of an ass?
Seeing my reaction, Carrie who’d stolen my parking spot was cackling with glee.
“Oh wow, I actually thought you were somebody important. Turns out you’re a joker.”
Chapter 1
My advice? Pay up now. Because when Mr. Johnson finds out his car got banged up, you might not make it out of New York in one piece.”
She looked me up and down dismissively – young face, out-of-state plates. I was obviously not worth her concern.
“Lady, are you completely insane?”
“You’re the one who cut me off and stole my spot. I haven’t even gone after you yet, and now you’re trying to shake me down?”
I pointed up at the security camera overhead.
“Everything’s on tape. Keep twisting the facts and I’ll call the cops right now.”
When I mentioned calling the police, she got even more aggressive.
“Save your breath, sweetie. Even when the cops show up, you’ll just end up paying more.”
The more agitated she became, the stronger the smell of alcohol got.
I clenched my fists, my eyes narrowing.
“You don’t want me calling the cops because you’ve been drunk driving, right?”
Then she immediately shoved me hard.
“Whether I’ve been drinking is none of your damn business! Pay up now!”
“Try to weasel out of this, and I swear you’ll never leave New York!”
After years working exclusively within Pentagon walls, I had zero experience dealing with people like this.
Her arrogance was rapidly pushing me toward my limit.
You’re the one who hit my car, and now you’re trying to blame me? Are you out of your mind?”
The crowd around us gasped.
‘Holy shit, this girl’s got balls- mouthing off to Secretary Fletcher like that!”
Most people would run the other way when they see Mr. Johnson’s car, and she actually crashed into it. That takes guts.”
Talk about rotten luck. Out of everyone in New York, she had to piss off Carrie Fletcher – Johnson’s golden girl!”
As the murmurs grew louder, Carrie got even cockier.
You little bitch! Did you just call me crazy? You must have a death wish!”
Her threats didn’t faze me. Hell, I almost wanted to laugh.
‘So Carrie Fletcher, right? I suggest you watch your mouth.”
‘Push me too far, and even your precious boss won’t be able to handle the fallout.”
Her face flushed red. “Go fuck yourself!”
After hurling more insults, she still didn’t seem satisfied, then rolled up her sleeves and charged at me.
What’s this? Typical. Loses the argument, picks a fight, huh?”
Carrie threw several swings at me but couldn’t even touch my cloth.
“Stop dodging, you little bitch!”
“I’m calling Mr. Johnson right now and telling him everything!”
Despite her repeated provocations, I just kept dodging without retaliating-not because I was scared, but because my supervisor told
me before leaving the Pentagon:
“Your behavior out there represents this entire organization. No matter what happens, don’t get into altercations with civilians.”
Plus, I didn’t really know how to fight.
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I don’t strike often-but when I do, I don’t miss.
Seeing my silence, Carrie misread it as weakness and threw another punch.
Just then, a furious shout came from behind me.
“STOP!”
