His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

walking down the hall back to my office, lost in thought, I realized something seemed off.  Wrong?  Yes, slightly, but I couldn't quite place it yet.  The hallway was empty for the most part, with the soft, subtle sounds of people working behind closed doors.  Taps on keyboards, the shuffling of feet, squeaking chairs.  The ventilation system overhead hummed a soft cadence, bringing fresh air and keeping the building climate controlled.
    And then I realized what was wrong.  The door to my office was open.
    I'd closed it, hadn't I?  Maybe this wasn't a reason for alarm.  Clutching my water and rice cake snack bag in my hands, I rushed to the door.  Likely, Asher had come back after his meeting with Lucent and expected to find me working, but I hadn't been there.  If so, he would have left a note.  Or was he waiting for me?  It didn't really matter what happened, so long as...
    Spinning into my office, I stood in the doorway, aghast.  Asher wasn't there; no one was there.  Someone had definitely been here, though.  My desk chair was thrown to the side, leaning against the wall, and my laptop was opened and powered up, the bright screen glaring at me.  Someone had left a document file open with some writing in bold, but none of that registered at the moment.  Strewn across my desk and flung from my shelves lay a myriad of scattered papers.
    A stapler sat on the floor, stray staples crunched into the rug nearby.  My three-hole punch, scissors, and a couple of USB thumb drives lay on the desk, too.  Papers, office supplies, my laptop; all in complete disarray.
    What was this?  Why would someone come into my office and rummage through my desk and belongings?
    Stepping closer, I glanced back at the screen of my laptop.  Shocked, my hand clapped against my mouth.  Why would anyone...?
    In bold, repeated constantly for an entire page, capitalized, was the word "WHORE."  Whomever had entered into my office apparently had a certain opinion of me, and they'd made it quite evident.
    The odd thing was, I honestly had no idea who would have done that.  As far as I knew, no one in Landseer Enterprises hated me.  I doubted everyone adored me, either, but they gave me respect and treated me nice enough.  I had a few friends here, and others who I liked and found friendly and accommodating.  I...
    I felt at home here in a lot of ways.  Comfortable and secure, cut away from the outside world that seemed to either hate me or ignore me.  Yes, I had friends outside of work, and I loved my family.  I went for coffee in the morning sometimes and the people at the coffee shop smiled and said good morning in an enthusiastic way.  I tried to be nice to everyone, because I knew how hard it was sometimes and how difficult life could be.  I knew I couldn't make everyone happy, but I tried to at least make the world around me happy.
    And now someone hated me.  They'd invaded my office in Landseer Tower, ransacked my desk, thrown everything around, and left some hateful message on my computer.  I just stood there, staring at it, unsure what to do.  A mash of mixed emotions flared through me, ranging from nervous fear to bordering on tears and torturous anger.  Should I go find Asher and hope for comfort and security?  I knew I could work in his office for the rest of the day if I wanted, and maybe that was for the best.  Maybe I shouldn't even be here.  Maybe I...
    Or I could find the man in charge of security and report this incident.  Would that help, though?  Could the security guards do anything in this situation?  Visions of police and fingerprinting, dusting the room, tracking the culprit; these things entered my mind, unbidden, roaring for release.
    That wouldn't happen, though.  This was disturbing on multiple levels, but why should the police come here to find someone who had left some hate message on my computer and crashed through my desk.  They certainly hadn't done anything to the countless numbers of