All Chapters of A Grandeur Night With Mr. CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

A young woman with long, dark hair was sitting at her laptop on the rooftop of her small apartment. The sun was shining, and a light breeze was blowing through her hair. Her eyes are focused on the screen in front of her as she types away. Next to her is a steaming cup of espresso, its rich aroma wafting through the air. A notebook and pen are within reach, and the woman occasionally pauses to jot down a thought or two. As Nevaeh walked into the room, she immediately spotted her friend, who was sitting at a table by the window. The sun was streaming in, illuminating her dark hair and making it shine. Nevaeh smiled, her heart full of affection for her friend. She took a seat next to her, taking in the view of the city below. Nevaeh worked as a hostess in an exclusive, members-only bar. It was a high-class establishment, with a strict dress code and an even stricter set of rules for the employees. Nevaeh had to dress in a particular way, speak in a particular way, and always maintain

When Brielle finally made it back to her apartment, she collapsed on the couch, still reeling from what had just happened. She felt disoriented and a little bit dazed. She tried to make sense of what had just happened, but it was like a puzzle with missing pieces. Why had he been at the interview? And why had he looked at her with that knowing look? It was all too much to process, and she felt exhausted.As Brielle thought about her journey home, she realized that she had been operating on autopilot. She had somehow managed to navigate the city streets and get back to her apartment, but she couldn't remember any of the details. It was as if her body had taken over while her mind was still reeling from the interview. Now that she was home, she started to feel the physical effects of the experience. Her heart was racing and her hands were shaking.The sound of the phone ringing made Brielle jump, and she reached for it with shaking hands. She saw that it was her friend Nevaeh calling, a

Brielle's thoughts were racing, and she tried to keep her composure. She knew she couldn't make a scene here, not in front of Xavier. But she couldn't help but feel angry and betrayed. Clara had taken so much from her, and now she was acting like nothing had ever happened. "I'm fine, thank you" Clara said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "And how have you been, Brielle? It's been a while." Brielle took a deep breath, trying to keep her cool. "I'm doing well" she said, her voice steady."We should probably head to the meeting," Brielle announced, her voice a bit louder than she had intended. "We don't want to be late." Xavier looked between Brielle and Clara, clearly sensing the tension between them. "Of course," he said, his tone even. "We wouldn't want to keep our clients waiting." He turned to Clara and said, "It was nice seeing you, Clara." Clara smiled, but her eyes remained cold. "It was nice seeing you too, Xavier" she said. And with that, Clara walked away into the

Brielle ran out of the break room and down the hall to the nearest bathroom, holding her hand over her mouth. She made it just in time, falling to her knees in front of the toilet and retched violently. Her whole body was shaking, and she felt completely mortified. What must Xavier think of her now? She was sure that he would never look at her the same way again.Brielle rinsed her mouth out with water, trying to get rid of the awful taste. She looked at herself in the mirror, and she could see that her face was still red and blotchy. She splashed some cold water on her face, trying to cool herself down and calm her nerves. She felt shaky and vulnerable, and she just wanted to hide away somewhere. But she knew she had to face Xavier eventually.As Brielle walked out of the bathroom, she saw Xavier standing there, a cup of coffee in his hand. She felt a rush of embarrassment and shame, and she looked down at the floor, not able to meet his eyes. She could feel him looking at her, and s