CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Miss Reavon,” it is just me or what, but I feel like his voice got deeper and huskier, especially when he called me—wait, what? Miss Reavon? I'm not a Reavon!

“E-excuse me, who's—?” I stopped when I remembered that Moli use my middle name as my surname when we submit the Appointment Request.

“Who's who?” he asked, smirking. F*ck, you will get caught with that slippery mouth of yours, Tatiana 

“Uh, who's o-office is this again?” I asked, pretending that I don’t know.

I saw how he arched his eyebrows and the smirk on his lips widened, his grinning now!

“Uh‐huh? You don’t know that you've enter the CEO's office?”

I gulped and put some strands of my hair on the back of my ear nervously. “U-uh, yes, well, my head is in clouds so… wait, don't tell me you're the CEO!?” I said, my eyes widened and my mouth agape open.

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