Soon after that day, Emily found herself staring at the horses, their powerful forms and glossy coats gleaming in the sunlight. The Sterling family had planned a horseback riding excursion and that includes her. The air was filled with cheerful chatter and laughter."This is going to be amazing!" chirped a young girl, barely taller than Emily's knees, bouncing on the balls of her feet."I know, right?" A group of teenagers nearby chimed in. "Finally, something fun to do besides listening to Uncle George's snoring!" they joke, erupting in a fit of giggles.An older woman with silver streaks in her hair chuckled good-naturedly. "Don't be so mean to your uncle, dear. He just enjoys his afternoon naps."The
It has been four days since Emily stayed with the Sterling family. And she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it. The family made sure that she visited every nook and crook of their estates and even the town. It almost feels like the day was gone too fast.She quietly watched as maids, helpers, and other organizers busied themselves preparing for the party tonight. It was just morning, but the mansion was already a hive of activity. She had been here for four days now, and tonight’s party was the highlight of the week.Despite her initial reservations, Emily had to admit she enjoyed staying with Oliver’s family. They were warm and welcoming, and she found herself feeling at home. She couldn’t ignore the irony—she was supposed to be fake dating Oliver, yet she found herself genuinely liking the experience.
As they walked, the trees thinned, revealing a breathtaking sight in the distance – a crystal-clear lake shimmering under the sun. Emily gasped, her surprise pulling her hand away from Oliver's instinctively. Without a word, she broke into a run towards the water's edge.Oliver chuckled, watching her go. He quickened his pace to catch up. "Wait, Emily!"Reaching the shore, Emily stood mesmerized. The gentle breeze ruffled her hair as she gazed at the calm surface of the lake, reflecting the blue sky like a giant mirror.Oliver joined her side, his features softening. "This place brings back a lot of memories,"Emily turned to him. "Memories?""This was my childhood haven. I used to spend hours he
Oliver Sterling, the CEO with a winning personality and drop-dead looks—sharp jawline, mesmerizing green eyes, perfect nose, luscious lips, bushy eyebrows, and sleek black hair. Standing tall at 6 and a half feet with an athletic build, he strutted through his office holding onto a bunch of papers. Emily, his hyper-organized secretary, stood there all prepared with her clipboard. "Hey, Ms. Collins, what's my schedule for today?" Oliver flashed his usual charming smile, eyeing Emily's simple yet sharp look. Her ginger hair is styled in a neat bun, and a no-nonsense outfit consisting of a dull-colored long skirt, an old-school blouse, no makeup, thick glasses, and pink lips. Those lips were the only colorful thing on her. "Good morning, Mr. Sterling. Here's the deal for today's meetings." Emily handed over the clipboard. "Your 9 am got pushed to 10, and the Johnson account review is happening this afternoon." "Got it. Thanks, Ms. Collins. What about that Jenkins project report?" He q
In the confines of her cubicle, Emily sat focused at her messy desk. Papers, pens, and sticky notes covered her space. A cactus plant was set on the side, the only decoration on her table aside from hundreds of pens, notebooks, and sticky notes. "Mr. Sterling's 10 a.m. with the board got bumped to 11," Emily said calmly. As she sorted Oliver's schedule, a quick look at the pic on her desk of a financial goal scribbled on a note by her desk. Her goal of hitting a $1 million mark within a certain time frame was like her guiding star. But as the night dragged on, frustration started creeping into her expression. She double-checked her progress last night, studying the numbers with a wrinkled forehead as she faced a setback in her carefully planned-out goals. With a heavy sigh, Emily leaned back in her chair, her fingers massaging her temples as she stared at the screen. As the night wore on and the clock struck midnight, she found herself the only soul in the company. Exhaustion hun
Oliver sat at his desk, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork and illuminated by the soft glow of his computer screen. It was well past the office hours, yet he remained engrossed in finalizing the intricate details of a crucial project. The only other soul present in the office was Emily. Emily had meticulously organized files and neatly arranged stacks of documents. Her dedication to her job was admirable. Oliver glanced up from his screen, rubbing his temples in an attempt to ease the strain of looking at the screen for long. He noticed Emily typing away at her computer, engrossed in her tasks. "Hey, Ms. Collins," Emily looked up, her gaze meeting Oliver's tired eyes. "Yes, Mr. Sterling?" "How late is it now?" Oliver asked, stifling a yawn. "It's almost midnight, sir," Emily replied, glancing at the clock on her computer screen. "You've been at this for hours. Would you like some coffee?" "That would be fantastic, thank you. You're a lifesaver, Ms. Collins." As Emily headed
The sunlight filters through the large windows of the office, casting a warm glow on the desks. Oliver sits at his desk. He glances at the clock, realizing it's almost lunchtime, a perfect opportunity to discuss his proposal with his secretary. So, he strides over to Emily's desk. "Ms. Collins," he begins, leaning against the side of her desk, "Do you have a moment? I was thinking maybe we could grab lunch together?" Emily looks up from her computer screen, doubtful of Oliver's request. He never invited her to meals. "Uhm…sure, Mr. Sterling. Is everything alright?" "Yeah, of course. I just need to talk about something important" With a nod, Emily gathers her belongings and joins Oliver as they head out of the office. The streets are alive with the people going in and out, and they find themselves at a café nestled between the high-rise buildings. As they settle into a quiet corner table, Oliver orders a couple of sandwiches and a pot of coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed coffe
The moon shone brightly over the amusement park as the laughter of children echoed in the air. Emily stood near the entrance gate, patiently awaiting Oliver's arrival still in her heels and long-fitted skirt. Soon after, Oliver arrived and spotted Emily near the gate of the lively park atmosphere. "This is quite an unexpected choice for our meeting," Oliver remarked, as soon as he reached her side. "I thought we could use a change of scenery, and truthfully, I've always wanted to ride the Ferris wheel," Emily confessed with a sheepish smile, gesturing toward the towering structure that dominated the park's skyline. But due to the demanding job of being a secretary for Oliver Sterling, she never had the chance to fulfill that wishlist so she decided to use the agreement to do so. "A negotiation in amusement park rides — I can't say I've done that before." "Work has always kept me busy, but today, I wanted to experience the joy of the Ferris wheel, and well, also discuss our arran