All Chapters of Faking It With The CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Bracing herself with a deep breath, Emily hurried towards Oliver's room. As she entered, her loose hair fell around her shoulders. She glanced around and spotted Oliver buttoning his shirt. Oliver glanced up in surprise at her sudden arrival. His eyes widened at the sight of Emily. "You look... different," It was at that moment that Oliver fully noticed the vibrant shade of Emily's ginger hair, something he hadn't registered before. Additionally, seeing her in a skirt shorter than her usual choice was a new sight for him. He was used to her donning a long skirt with old-fashioned blouses. Emily offered a nervous half-smile, “I know I look pale” She swiftly redirected her attention, glancing around the room, her eyes scanning for Oliver's iPad. Spotting the device lying on the bed, she hurriedly lunged forward to grab it, her skirt riding up slightly due to her haste. She ignored it and focused solely on her task, she flipped through the iPad, frantically searching for the data

Emily just adjusted the tie of her hair, then got back to her tasks, focusing on the matters at hand. With Oliver away from his office, she took the opportunity to place his lunch on his desk before heading to the cafeteria for her meal. As she entered the cafeteria, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being observed. The gazes of her colleagues made her increasingly uncomfortable. Spotting Bella and Jayce at a nearby table, Emily seized the chance to escape the uncomfortable attention. Carrying her tray of food, she hurried over to join them. Bella's grin spread across her face, "Emily, oh my goodness, you look amazing without the glasses! It's a whole new vibe, and I'm loving it. Now, I understand why you are being that talk of the workers on the lower floor" Emily sighed frustratedly, "I am? Shit," “Why? That’s not a bad thing” “It is. I never want to be the main character of rumors” Emily grumbled, taking a sip of her juice. “Don't worry, I am sure there is new gossip th

The manager offered her a comforting smile, “We've selected a few ensembles we believe will suit the occasions impeccably." With a hesitant nod, she followed the manager to the fitting area, accompanied by attentive staff carrying an assortment of outfits. As Emily stepped into the first outfit which was a knitted black skirt that only reached the middle of her thighs and dark coffee turtleneck matched with a knitted blazer. The fabric enveloped her figure in ways. She has no say about the design of the clothes she knows are more knowledgeable in the fashion area than hers. Heck, she has a very bad fashion sense and her styling touch only works on Oliver and to herself. "This dress complements your complexion beautifully!," remarked one of the staff members, adjusting the neckline. "Um, excuse me," Emily hesitated, tugging at the hem of the skirt. "I think I'd prefer something a bit longer, more modest maybe?" Lauren offered a gentle smile. "I understand, Ms. Collins. Let's h

"Wait, pictures? For this arrangement?" Emily repeated, feeling slightly lost. Oliver just nodded. "Yeah, photoshopped images. Jason's a whiz at that stuff," he mentioned, almost as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "Photoshopped?" Emily couldn't hide her surprise. She was okay with it, but it was certainly not what she had expected. She had imagined they'd stage the pictures through some mock dates or something. Oliver shrugged casually, taking a sip of his drink. "Hey, I didn't realize you were thinking along those lines. Actual dates? That's a bit time-consuming, don't you think?" "Sir," she started, trying to keep a lid on her frustration, "it's just that a little heads-up would have been nice." Taking a deep breath, she resigned herself to the situation. She knew her role as Oliver's secretary often required quick acceptance of unforeseen changes. "Okay, I get it," she replied, masking her emotions with composure. “So, Sir Jason knows about it?” “Yeah, I tol

As Jason made his way toward the exit, Oliver accompanied him to see him off in the hallway. "We should catch up sometime, Ollie. You owe me a drink for this and obviously for the edited photos." Oliver grinned, hands in his pants pocket, “Sure thing. Just make sure to give me at least half of the edited photos tomorrow night. My family might ask for some pics to show them. Better safe than sorry. I don't want my effort to go to waste in an instant.” “Well, you've invested in such a messy plan anyway.” “You know why I am doing this.” Jason nodded, less impressed, “Yeah, for Sophie who got you on lists of her last priority” “She has reasons” “A somewhat illogical reason.” Oliver shook his head, knowing that Jason never liked Sophie, even though she tried her best to be polite. "Anyways, thanks for today, man," Oliver said. Jason smirked, “It's not free anyway.” The two did a one-armed embrace, giving each other a friendly pat on the back. Before leaving, Jason added, "And,