All Chapters of A Night with The Crazy CEO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter Forty-two | SAME DAY, LUNCH TIME | •BRIANNA• After wrapping up a pile of files Mr. Adrian had handed me, a yawn escaped my mouth, and right on cue, my stomach grumbled loudly. I patted it, murmuring with a playful grin, “Don’t worry, dear stomach. Food’s on the way.” The scene must’ve looked ridiculous—me, standing alone in an empty office, talking to my own stomach. I laughed, shaking my head. “Is it lunchtime yet?” I wondered aloud. Glancing at the wall clock, I saw that I was already five minutes behind. Gathering up the files, I made my way to Mr. Adrian’s office. I knocked, and he called out for me to come in. He wasn’t at his desk when I entered. Instead, he was standing by one of the massive glass walls, looking down at the city below. Something about the way he stared into the distance made him look pensive, as though the world outside held answers he couldn’t reach. “I’m here to submit the files you asked for, sir,” I said, breaking the silence. “You’re done wit

Chapter Forty-four •BRIANNA• “I lost my job at the restaurant.” Cherry dropped the bombshell, and I stared at her in surprise, trying to process what she just said. “What did you just say?” I asked, still struggling to absorb the words. “I said I lost my job at the restaurant.” She repeated, a sad smile playing on her lips. “How did that happen? When did it happen?” I asked, eager to understand the situation. “I didn’t do anything offensive, I swear. I was just 20 minutes late because my aunt delayed me—I was helping her with something. And not to mention the traffic jam I got stuck in. Mrs. Williams said something about the owner telling her to fire me the next time I came late, and I guess today was just not my lucky day.” She explained, trying to smile but failing miserably. My mind went to Mr. Adrian when she mentioned the owner of the restaurant. I couldn’t blame Mrs. Williams for firing her; it was all Mr. Adrian’s fault. “I’m so sorry, babe. I wouldn’t blame Mrs. Williams

Chapter Forty-six •CHERRY• I woke up very early this morning, determined to get everything right. The interview today was a big deal, and I couldn’t afford to mess it up. I made sure I did all the necessary things: freshened up, prepared breakfast, and even organized myself the night before. After I took a quick shower, I returned to my room and put on my undergarments—panties and bra—and then reached for my clothes. I had chosen a simple yet professional look: a white, fitted button-down short-sleeve shirt paired with a black, on-the-knee frill peplum skirt. I wasn’t going to overdo it with accessories or makeup, but I still wanted to look polished. My hair went into a quick ponytail—no time for styling it today. A light touch of lip gloss, powder, and mascara, and I was good to go. I grabbed a pair of cutout heels from my shoe rack, ones that had been sitting there for a while, just waiting for the right moment. Today was that moment. I slipped them on, feeling a bit of excitemen

Chapter Forty-eight •MARIANA• “Tyler is the one behind all of this.” Stanley spoke up, and loud gasps rang out throughout the cafeteria. Even I was shocked that he mentioned Tyler’s name. “I’m the one behind this?!” Tyler exclaimed loudly, disbelief evident in his voice and expression. “Really? Tyler is the one behind this?” Principal Raymond asked, gesturing at the cafeteria, which was covered in all sorts of foods. Surely, Tyler hadn’t done something like this before. “Yes, Sir, Tyler is the one,” Stanley nodded. “But Sir! This stinky girl here, Mariana, was the first person to dump a plate of spaghetti and sauce on me! Have you seen me?” Tyler pointed at his head and clothes. “You’re the one behind this?” Principal Raymond turned his accusing glare toward me, and I squirmed under the weight of his stare. “Erm… huh…” I stuttered, not quite sure how to respond to his scary glare focused on me. “Answer me with well-formed words!” He barked, making me jump in fright. “Sir, it’

Chapter Fifty •BRIANNA• “Brianna, report to my office immediately,” Mr. Adrian’s voice blared through the intercom, cutting through the silence like a sharp knife. No greetings, just an order. What else did I expect? I stood up reluctantly, the last thing I wanted to do today was move, let alone work. But, work doesn’t stop for anyone. I dragged myself to his office and walked in without bothering to knock. “Good morning, sir,” I greeted grumpily, my voice dripping with annoyance. “Good morning, Brianna,” he replied coolly. “Take a seat.” He gestured toward the chairs in front of his desk. I hesitated but sat down. I wondered if I was safe for the moment. If he tried anything funny, I’d scream loud enough for the whole building to hear, even if it cost me my voice. “So, is there something wrong, sir?” I asked when the silence stretched out uncomfortably. “I have something to ask of you, but let’s start with this.” He reached into his drawer and pulled out an envelope. “This is