My fiancé was stolen by Jiao Niu Ma. I turned around and became the president.

My fiancé, Julian, hired a new assistant while I was away on a business trip.

She was his junior mentee from college, a classic sweet-faced nuisance.

She swapped Julian’s black coffee for a sugary kiddie drink and decorated our professional conference room with giant cartoon pillows.

I tried to tell her how unprofessional that was.

But Julian frowned, his voice laced with an indulgence I'd never heard directed at me.

“Skylar is still just a kid, with a pure heart. You’re older, Anya, be more understanding, don’t be so harsh.”

My fingertips went instantly cold.