No one hates Ansel Carson than Philomena Laurent.
The mere sight of him makes her blood boil. He makes her cheeks burn, not from shyness, or attraction, but pure, primal anger. And it doesn't help that she sees him every day. He talks to her more than everyone else at work.
She's an intern.
Below him.
Meant to serve and be at his beck and call. 24/7.
But Philomena knows herself. She knows her purpose, and that is to ruin Ansel.
He caused her so much grief. He ruined her father, and now she'll get her revenge by ruining his life.
It doesn't matter if he's nothing like she imagined. Philomena doesn't care about his larger-than-life presence. His deep voice. How his body moves under his well-pressed suit, or the way his eyes fixates on her whenever she's close.
Her crush on him doesn'
