All Chapters of In Love With The CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"No dad, I have to- okay. Yes. Okay, I- Yes dad,", I hastily checked my watch. I'm in a rush to get to Beetle Ports headquarters and dad isn't letting me off the phone, "Dad listen, I have to- ""I'm serious Aurora, don't screw this up. Your mother and I both expect big things from you. Think of all- "I sigh into the phone; I regret telling him that I got the job. My heels clack on the ground as I speed along the city pathways."I've got to go dad.", I say as I hang up and round the last corner to the building.My watch says seven-forty-five, which means I'm early, but I wouldn't cut it any closer. Being tardy is professional, being early is respectable.Today I'm wearing a sleek black skirt, a cream satin blouse, and black leather stilettos. Perfectly simple. Classy.Ms. Bailey greets me at the door, legs straight and hands held in the front. She's a striking woman but not because of her features. She's striking because she stares at you as if she knows everything. As if you couldn'

I wake up Monday morning with my alarm spitting at me. I'd gone to bed around one in the morning last night and now I have to suffer the consequences of that. Groggily, I rise out of bed then leave for my jog, eat, shower and head for work.It's comforting to see everyone else is crawling around like Zombies too. I pick up a coffee for Ms. Bailey and I, knowing we'll need it, and trudge to the elevator.Ms. Bailey sits at her desk looking as fresh as a daisy, though staying as late as I did last night. I offer her the coffee which she politely refuses.I don't complain, I'm already halfway through mine. Another won't hurt.I'm fumbly all day, making little mistakes constantly. Ms. Bailey doesn't confront me about it, but I can tell she's caught on and it stresses me."Aurora.", she calls from her office.I'm glad for the distraction, I've been fighting to keep my eyes open for an hour and a half."Yes Ms. Bailey?", I respond, stepping into her office."There is a major shipment com

It's hard not to rush to Ms. Bailey Monday morning and blubber out everything that I have seen. I couldn't have helped myself. Sunday night I had been rotting wondering how the situation with Mr. Menni had turned out, I couldn't have stopped myself from committing to a quick search of 'Beetle Ports - Menni - Smuggling' and I was right! Well, I think I was right... The article was vague to say the least. But I'm pretty sure I'm right!As I sit at my desk, I can't help but glance at Ms. Bailey. She must know. Surely, she must know. But if she does, she doesn't give anything away.I slump in my chair. What fun is catching a villain if I don't get to brag about it. The day only lessens in excitement from then on. I make phone calls and fill out paperwork, but I don't get the excitement of being called into Ms. Bailey's office. I travel to the floors below, go get coffee, but I don't get to visit the top floor. By the end of the day, I'm dreary and bored. Tuesday's no better but Wednesday

"Flores, you gotta' be kidding.", Mr. Campbell incredulously laughs, white gum sitting on his tongue. Though middle aged, he'd be handsome if he ever fully opened his eyes.Ms. Bailey said I was to handle Mr. Campbell the same way she does, and I'm trying but it's easier said than done. I sound like an entitled brat threatening him through someone else's name."Just- ", I sigh, "Will you have the information by this afternoon?"Mr. Campbell eyes me and I harden my eyes."You're not very good at threats kiddo,", he grits out, chuckling at me as he chews away, "Not scary enough."I deadpan him, "Well I can call down Ms. Bailey, maybe she'll be better."We glare at each other.He puffs out an annoyed breath before rolling his eyes, "Come see me at two."[] [] []"Aurora.", Ms. Bailey greets as I exit the elevator, "Let's talk in my office."Neither of us sit as she speaks, "Jack?", she questions."He'll be done by two.""Good,", she mutters, reaching for a folder on her desk, "Take this

I don't feel like going to the wine tasting event. After last night- whatever that was -I doubt I'll ever be able to look Mr. Scott in the eye again.My dreamy yellow dress stares at me from my bed and I sigh. A car is scheduled to pick me up in twenty minutes and I'm sitting here in a towel freshly showered and completely unprepared. Last night's ordeal is eating at me, more than I could've prepared myself for. Does this mean Mr. Scott has feelings for me? If so, why did he push me away?I smooth out my frown and sigh. Maybe wine won't be too bad.[] [] []I can't believe I only gave myself twenty minutes to get ready! My hair is mostly dried, I've got about a drop of makeup on, I'm putting my shoes on in the car and I'm late. I already know the building we're going to, it's the best winery nearby, which isn't saying much. My dad took me there when I turned of age for drinking. It's a little far out, thirty minutes or so directly north from the coast. When we arrive, I see that it ha