In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled out her phone, scrolling to Jake’s number. This was more exciting than getting her degree.

The baby kicked, a sharp jab that made her press a hand to her side. “I know,” she murmured. “Everything’s changing again.”

Jake answered on the second ring. “Hey, Sutton, what’s up?”

“It’s happening,” she said, keeping her voice level despite the storm inside her. “I’m being transferred to development. Luca just told me to call you.”

A beat of silence, then Jake’s voice, bright with excitement: “Finally! Someone with actual sense around here. Come find me as soon as you’re packed up.”

The elevator reached the lobby floor. Sutton stepped out, still processing everything. She couldn’t still believe Luca was her new boss. After months of believing he wanted nothing to do with her or their baby, he’d apparently been searching for her all along.

And now he wanted to get married.

Her chest tightened. Too much. It was all too much. She didn’t know if she could do that. His family hadn’t thought her good enough. Now she didn’t know if they were good enough for her and her baby.

“I’ll be there in twenty,” she told Jake, ending the call as she approached reception.

Stacey looked up, eyes widening at whatever expression Sutton was wearing. “What happened? Did he fire you?”

Sutton shook her head, setting her phone down as she lowered herself carefully into her chair. “No. The opposite, actually.” She let out a disbelieving laugh. “I’ve been transferred to development. Effective immediately.”

“No way!” Stacey’s mouth fell open. “After they rejected you three times? That’s… wow. Did you blackmail the new boss or something? What do you have on him? Maybe I need it for a pay raise?”

Sutton couldn’t help the bitter smile that crossed her lips. Not secrets she would share with anyone. She didn’t want anyone here to know about their past. Not yet, maybe not ever. “Let’s just say he recognized my qualifications.”

“Well, it’s about damn time,” Stacey said, standing to give Sutton an awkward side–hug. “I’m happy for you. Really.” She pulled back, studying Sutton’s face. “But you look freaked out. Are you okay?”

Sutton reached for the empty box she’d been keeping under her desk for weeks, just in case she got fired or finally found something better. “I’m fine. Just… processing.”

She wasn’t fine. Her hands still trembled as she began gathering her meager belongings. Her plant was gone, thanks to Nicole. But she had a few personal items which included a framed photo of her sisters, a ceramic mug Keira had painted for her when she had been fourteen, a small stack of programming books she’d kept hidden in her drawer.

The notebook where she’d sketched out her Al virus detection system was already tucked safely in her bag. That was coming with her, no matter what She would show everyone at Cybe10 what she was made of with that program.

“I can’t believe you’re actually escaping,” Stacey said, watching her pack. “Like, nobody transfers out of reception. Especially not…” she trailed off, eyes flicking to Sutton’s belly.

“Especially not pregnant women?” Sutton finished for her.

Stacey shrugged. “You know how it is here. The boys‘ club doesn’t exactly welcome estrogen into their little playground, Plus, Nicole’s been on your case for weeks.”

Sutton nodded, thinking of the three rejections she’d received. Each one was more dismissive than the last.

The first had read… We regret to inform you that your qualifications do not align with our current needs..

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The second… While we appreciate your interest, we are seeking candidates with more specialized experience…

The final… The position has been filled with a candidate whose skills more closely match our requirements…

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All lies. She knew the truth: they didn’t want a woman in their precious development team. She knew she would show them up. Thank god. She wasn’t just good. She could think outside the box and the guys currently on the development hadn’t even seen the box.

It felt too good to be true… was this a genuine recognition of her skills, or just Luca’s way of keeping her close? The suspición burned in her throat.

“Will you be okay handling reception alone?” Sutton asked, guilt mingling with her conflicted emotions.

Stacey waved a hand. “I’ll survive. They can get a temp in.”

The sound of footsteps made them both look up. Jake approached, his tall frame moving with purposeful strides, a genuine smile lighting his face.

“I couldn’t wait. Ready for the big leagues, Warner?” he asked, stopping at the desk.

Sutton returned his smile, grateful for his familiar presence. Jake and Stacey had been the only ones who’d treated her like a human being since Nicole’s arrival. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Jake glanced at her half–filled box. “Need help?”

“I’ve got it,” she said, even as the baby decided to lodge a foot firmly under her ribs, making her wince.

Jake raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Uh–huh. Sure you do.” He reached for the box, anyway. “Let me take this. I may be gay, but I’m still a man and I’m not letting a pregnant woman take a box when I have two free hands. You grab your bag and say your goodbyes.”

Sutton didn’t argue. Her back had been aching all morning, and the confrontation with Luca had drained what little energy she had.

She stood, gathering her purse and the tablet she used for scheduling. Stacey gave her another quick hug.

“Text me how it goes,” she whispered. “And if those dev jerks give you trouble, I’ll come up and accidentally spill coffee on their keyboards, frying their

circuits.”

Sutton laughed, feeling a rush of affection for the younger woman. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She followed Jake to the elevator. Once inside, Jake glanced down at her. “You good? You seem… worried.”

Sutton sighed. “It’s been an interesting morning.”

“The hyped up bitch Nicole is not happy, I’m sure.”

“You know Nicole?” Sutton asked, surprised.

Jake snorted. “Unfortunately. She’s been with Luca for years. His right hand for all the wrong reasons, if you ask me. She is very good at hiding her bitchy side from him.”

The elevator dinged, opening onto the development floor. Sutton took a steadying breath. Here went nothing.

The development floor was everything reception wasn’t: spacious, well–lit, with rows of ergonomic chairs and dual–monitor setups. Whiteboards covered the walls, filled with diagrams and code snippets. The only noise was keyboard clicks and low conversations.

As they walked through, heads turned. Conversations died. Eyes tracked their movement, lingering first on Sutton, Clearly not happy she was in their

space.

Jake led her to an open workstation near the window.. prime real estate in as far as she was concerned. He set her box down on the pristine desk.

“Everyone,” he called out, his voice carrying across the room. “This is Sutton Warner. She’s joining us from reception, but don’t let that fool you. She’s got a comp–sci degree, and she’s been working on some serious cool virus detection software. Make her feel welcome.

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