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Mr. CEO Wants Me 082
The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the marketing floor of Haven Enterprises, the familiar hum of printers and chatter greeting me. My heels clicked against the polished floor, and I adjusted the strap of my bag.David was at the coffee machine, wrestling with a jammed filter, his usual grin replaced by a scowl. “Morning, Tee,” he called, spotting me. “This thing’s out to ruin my day.”I laughed, setting my bag down at my desk. “Not unless it involves unplugging and praying. Rough start?”“You have no idea,” he said, finally yanking the filter free, coffee grounds scattering. “Torres kept me up late with his theories about that mock-up glitch. The guy is like a dog with a bone. Have you heard anything new?”I leaned against my cubicle, keeping my voice low. “Not yet. He’s supposed to update me and Nick today. Something about Marcus Reed’s login. You think it’s an inside job?”David wiped his hands on a napkin, his eyes narrowing. “Marcus was weird, always by himself, neve
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-29Mr. CEO Wants Me 083
At noon, I saw Jordan’s familiar frame walking out of the break room, a lunch container in hand, heading toward the small garden terrace on the third floor. I grabbed my salad from the fridge and followed at a distance, giving him a few minutes before joining him.The terrace was quiet, the spring air crisp, with just enough sunlight breaking through the overcast sky to warm the concrete benches. Jordan was seated near the far end, scrolling through his phone and picking at a sandwich.“Hey,” I said, keeping my tone light as I sat across from him. “Mind if I join?”He looked up, a flash of surprise in his eyes before he nodded. “Sure. It’s your building, too.”I tried not to flinch at the sharpness in his tone. “Just wanted a bit of air. And maybe some company.”He shrugged but didn’t say no. I let the silence hang for a few beats as I stabbed my fork into the lettuce, trying to make it look casual.“Listen, about yesterday,” I said, watching his face carefully, “I didn’t mean to come
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-29Mr. CEO Wants Me 084
The morning air was sharp as I stood outside Brew & Bean, the coffee shop Torres had pinpointed as the source of Marcus Reed’s off-site login. The neon sign flickered lazily above the door, the pink glow struggling against the hazy grey light of dawn. A steady stream of early risers bustled past, their conversations blending with the hum of traffic and the occasional whoosh of a passing bus. The scent of roasted beans drifted through the open window, rich and earthy, weaving into the cold breeze that tugged at my coat.I hadn’t slept much—maybe three hours at most—but adrenaline had kicked in the moment my alarm went off. I’d come early, before heading to Haven, hoping to catch something—anything—that might explain who had used the coffee shop’s public Wi-Fi to tamper with our mock-up files. A familiar face. A name dropped accidentally. Even a strange look exchanged across the counter. Something.My breath puffed visibly in the cool spring air, and I tightened my scarf, peering throug
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-29Mr. CEO Wants Me 085
The deli across from Haven Enterprises was a small haven of noise and warmth. Its checkered floor was scuffed from years of foot traffic, and the air was thick with the smell of pastrami and fresh bread. I pushed through the glass door, the bell jingling, and spotted Nick at a corner booth, his broad shoulders hunched over a menu, his tie loosened in that way that always made my pulse skip. The lunch crowd buzzed around us—office workers, delivery guys, a mom wrangling two kids—but as I slid into the booth across from him, the world narrowed to his blue eyes, steady and warm, locking onto mine.“Hey, Tee,” he said, his voice low, a smile tugging at his lips. “You look like you’ve been chasing ghosts all morning. Brew & Bean turn up anything?”I set my bag down, leaning back against the vinyl seat, the tension in my shoulders easing just a fraction. “Not much, but enough to keep me curious. The barista mentioned a regular—a guy in a hoodie, who works late in the back. Could be Marcus,
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-30Mr. CEO Wants Me 086
The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the park near Haven Enterprises, where I’d slipped away to clear my head after the archive room meeting. I sat on a wooden bench, the faint rustle of leaves and distant laughter of kids on a playground softening the edges of my thoughts.My phone rested in my lap, a text to Ella half-typed: “Coming this weekend with Nick. How’s Mom holding up?” The Suzan-Marcus email weighed on me, a knot of suspicion tightening with every new clue, but I needed a moment to breathe, to reconnect with family before diving back into the mystery. I hit send, watching a squirrel dart across the grass, and let the park’s calm settle over me.Ella’s reply came fast: “Mom’s stressed but hiding it. Dad’s being a stubborn mule. Nick’s coming? OMG!”I stood, brushing off my green dress, and headed toward the office to grab my bag. The park’s peace lingered, but Suzan’s guarded face and Jordan’s evasiveness crept back, sharpening my focus. Torres’s workstation logs wo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-30Mr. CEO Wants Me 001
I walked into the hotel lobby. Everything looked expensive from the velvet armchairs and uniformed staff who moved like they were in a choreographed dance.This was a place I wouldn’t normally splurge on, but tonight wasn’t supposed to be just any night.Tonight was my date with my fiance, Elias. We hadn’t been perfect, far from it, but I thought we’d built something real, something worth celebrating.I had even booked one of the fancy rooms to please him, using the money I didn’t have just to make this night special for the both of us.I waited for Elias by the bar and began scrolling through my phone absently, trying to distract myself from the butterflies that twisted my stomach. That’s when my phone buzzed.Sylvia’s name flashed on the screen.Sylvia was my best friend and my only real friend.“Hey, Sylvia,” I said, putting the phone to my ear. “What’s good?”Her voice was breathless like she’d been exercising. “Tee… are you at the hotel already?”“Yeah, I’m at the bar. Why?”Ther
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-01Mr. CEO Wants Me 002
I walked into the break room at Haven Enterprises, my sanity was messed up with the thoughts of Elias and Sylvia. The hurt from last night still clung to me, making it hard to think straight.My best friend, Sylvia, who I’d trusted for years, had betrayed me. Elias, my fiancé, had cheated on me with her. I was heartbroken, and no matter how hard I tried, the thought of them together wouldn’t leave my mind.“Hey, Trace, you okay?” Brenda asked as I sat down across from her. Brenda was my colleague and a good friend, someone who always knew when I was upset.I looked at her, trying to smile but failing. “Not really,” I sighed. “I… I caught Elias cheating on me with Sylvia last night. They were… having sex. I don’t know what to do now.”Brenda’s eyes widened, her hand immediately going to mine. “Oh no, that’s awful. I’m so sorry.” Her grip tightened on mine, and she seemed genuinely hurt for me. “You don’t deserve that at all. He’s an idiot, and Sylvia, I can’t believe she’d do that to y
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-01Mr. CEO Wants Me 003
I couldn’t move nor speak. The way he looked at me made my stomach wrench in a certain way I didn't understand.“Uh… I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my face. My hands gripped the files I was holding tighter, but they felt so slippery like they might fall any second.He pushed back his chair slowly, standing up. He was taller than I remembered and his suit fitted him perfectly like it was tailored ready made just for him.“And who are you?” he asked, his deep voice sounding smooth and sexy. His eyes were on mine, harsh but somehow soft at the same time.“I… I work here,” I said, almost in a whisper. My voice barely sounded like my own.He raised an eyebrow, stepping around the desk, and coming closer. “I can see that. But what do you do? What’s your position in the company?”“I’m a… I work in the marketing department,” I replied, wishing my voice didn’t shake so much. “Mr. Lawrence asked me to bring these files to you.”He stopped just a few steps away from me, til
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-01
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Mr. CEO Wants Me 086
The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the park near Haven Enterprises, where I’d slipped away to clear my head after the archive room meeting. I sat on a wooden bench, the faint rustle of leaves and distant laughter of kids on a playground softening the edges of my thoughts.My phone rested in my lap, a text to Ella half-typed: “Coming this weekend with Nick. How’s Mom holding up?” The Suzan-Marcus email weighed on me, a knot of suspicion tightening with every new clue, but I needed a moment to breathe, to reconnect with family before diving back into the mystery. I hit send, watching a squirrel dart across the grass, and let the park’s calm settle over me.Ella’s reply came fast: “Mom’s stressed but hiding it. Dad’s being a stubborn mule. Nick’s coming? OMG!”I stood, brushing off my green dress, and headed toward the office to grab my bag. The park’s peace lingered, but Suzan’s guarded face and Jordan’s evasiveness crept back, sharpening my focus. Torres’s workstation logs wo
Mr. CEO Wants Me 085
The deli across from Haven Enterprises was a small haven of noise and warmth. Its checkered floor was scuffed from years of foot traffic, and the air was thick with the smell of pastrami and fresh bread. I pushed through the glass door, the bell jingling, and spotted Nick at a corner booth, his broad shoulders hunched over a menu, his tie loosened in that way that always made my pulse skip. The lunch crowd buzzed around us—office workers, delivery guys, a mom wrangling two kids—but as I slid into the booth across from him, the world narrowed to his blue eyes, steady and warm, locking onto mine.“Hey, Tee,” he said, his voice low, a smile tugging at his lips. “You look like you’ve been chasing ghosts all morning. Brew & Bean turn up anything?”I set my bag down, leaning back against the vinyl seat, the tension in my shoulders easing just a fraction. “Not much, but enough to keep me curious. The barista mentioned a regular—a guy in a hoodie, who works late in the back. Could be Marcus,
Mr. CEO Wants Me 084
The morning air was sharp as I stood outside Brew & Bean, the coffee shop Torres had pinpointed as the source of Marcus Reed’s off-site login. The neon sign flickered lazily above the door, the pink glow struggling against the hazy grey light of dawn. A steady stream of early risers bustled past, their conversations blending with the hum of traffic and the occasional whoosh of a passing bus. The scent of roasted beans drifted through the open window, rich and earthy, weaving into the cold breeze that tugged at my coat.I hadn’t slept much—maybe three hours at most—but adrenaline had kicked in the moment my alarm went off. I’d come early, before heading to Haven, hoping to catch something—anything—that might explain who had used the coffee shop’s public Wi-Fi to tamper with our mock-up files. A familiar face. A name dropped accidentally. Even a strange look exchanged across the counter. Something.My breath puffed visibly in the cool spring air, and I tightened my scarf, peering throug
Mr. CEO Wants Me 083
At noon, I saw Jordan’s familiar frame walking out of the break room, a lunch container in hand, heading toward the small garden terrace on the third floor. I grabbed my salad from the fridge and followed at a distance, giving him a few minutes before joining him.The terrace was quiet, the spring air crisp, with just enough sunlight breaking through the overcast sky to warm the concrete benches. Jordan was seated near the far end, scrolling through his phone and picking at a sandwich.“Hey,” I said, keeping my tone light as I sat across from him. “Mind if I join?”He looked up, a flash of surprise in his eyes before he nodded. “Sure. It’s your building, too.”I tried not to flinch at the sharpness in his tone. “Just wanted a bit of air. And maybe some company.”He shrugged but didn’t say no. I let the silence hang for a few beats as I stabbed my fork into the lettuce, trying to make it look casual.“Listen, about yesterday,” I said, watching his face carefully, “I didn’t mean to come
Mr. CEO Wants Me 082
The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the marketing floor of Haven Enterprises, the familiar hum of printers and chatter greeting me. My heels clicked against the polished floor, and I adjusted the strap of my bag.David was at the coffee machine, wrestling with a jammed filter, his usual grin replaced by a scowl. “Morning, Tee,” he called, spotting me. “This thing’s out to ruin my day.”I laughed, setting my bag down at my desk. “Not unless it involves unplugging and praying. Rough start?”“You have no idea,” he said, finally yanking the filter free, coffee grounds scattering. “Torres kept me up late with his theories about that mock-up glitch. The guy is like a dog with a bone. Have you heard anything new?”I leaned against my cubicle, keeping my voice low. “Not yet. He’s supposed to update me and Nick today. Something about Marcus Reed’s login. You think it’s an inside job?”David wiped his hands on a napkin, his eyes narrowing. “Marcus was weird, always by himself, neve
Mr. CEO Wants Me 081
The city lights blurred past as Nick’s car wound through downtown, the hum of the engine a soft counterpoint to the quiet between us. I leaned against the window, my cheek cool against the glass, the buzz of the bar’s laughter and karaoke still echoing in my ears.The Reid Corps win felt like a triumph, but the weight of Jordan’s defensiveness and Marcus Reed’s ghost login clung to me, a puzzle I couldn’t solve tonight. Nick’s hand rested on my thigh, warm and steady, and I glanced at him, his profile sharp in the streetlights, his jaw relaxed but his eyes focused on the road.“You’re thinking too loud,” he said, his voice teasing but soft, breaking the silence. He squeezed my thigh gently, glancing my way. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, Tee?”I smiled, shifting to face him, my hand covering his. “Just everything. The deal, Jordan, Marcus. I keep trying to connect the dots, but it’s like I’m missing half the picture. And then there’s Mom and Dad. I need to cal
Mr. CEO Wants Me 080
Torres stumbled back to the table, waving a hand dramatically. “Okay, okay. I murdered that song. Who’s next? Hannah? Clara? Tracy?”“Nope,” Clara said immediately, holding up her hands. “You’re on your own, Torres.”Hannah laughed. “I’ll go if Tracy goes with me. Duet?”I coughed into my drink. “Oh no. You’re not dragging me into your karaoke crimes.”“Oh come on!” Hannah whined playfully. “You can’t just sit there looking all mysterious and cute. We’re supposed to be bonding!”Everyone turned to look at me, faces full of encouragement. Even Nick gave me a side-eye smirk like he was daring me.I groaned. “Fine! But only one song.”The table erupted in cheers, and Hannah bounced up, grabbing my hand. “Let’s go before you change your mind!”Nick squeezed my knee under the table one more time, a silent good luck, and I followed Hannah reluctantly to the machine.“What are we even singing?” I hissed.Hannah grinned wickedly. “You’ll see.”I should’ve known better.A few seconds later, th
Mr. CEO Wants Me 079
The afternoon sun streamed through the office windows, painting the marketing floor in warm hues as I sat at my desk, my laptop open but untouched. The high of sealing the Reid Corps deal still buzzed in my veins, but Jordan’s words and his quick denial about Marcus Reed kept replaying in my head, stirring doubt. I wanted to believe him, but that flicker in his eyes, the way he’d shut down, felt like a loose thread I couldn’t ignore. I sipped my now-lukewarm coffee, glancing at the clock. Three o’clock. Nick was tied up with HR, probably digging into Marcus’s records, and I needed to stay focused until we had answers.Clara bounced over. She leaned against my cubicle, a stack of folders in her arms, her smile wide. “Tee, you’re a legend! Ms. Devlin’s team just left, and they couldn’t stop talking about you. We’re still on for drinks tonight, right? Hannah’s picking the spot—some new bar downtown.”I managed a smile, pushing my worries aside. “Yeah, I’m in. We deserve it after today. A
Mr. CEO Wants Me 078
The subway rattled beneath me, the hum of tracks and the chatter of commuters filling the air as I stood gripping the pole, my bag slung over my shoulder. Morning light filtered through the grimy windows, catching the faces of strangers lost in their phones or their thoughts.I’d left the apartment early, the memory of last night’s dinner with Nick, candles, his warm hand in mine, still lingering like a soft glow. But today was big: the Reid Corps meeting to finalize the contract, and the issue of the mock-up sabotage was imminent, with Marcus Reed’s name circling in my head. I adjusted my navy blazer and took a deep breath, steadying myself for whatever the day would bring.The subway lurched to a stop, and I stepped onto the platform, joining the stream of people heading toward Haven Enterprises. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, seeing a text from Clara: “Where are you already? Ms. Devlin’s team is already here!”I smiled, typing back: “On my way. Save me a coffee!
