LOGINSkylar’s POV By the time my first official workday finally ends, I genuinely feel like I’ve survived something. Indeed, I have.And honestly? My first day deserves historical documentation.Is it the awkward interaction with Amy Stone? Or the two elevator moments with Carter Ford?Nothing prepared me for them.The company car drops me back at the residence exactly the way Dan Wheeler said it would this morning. It seems Ford Corporation has every second of its employees' life scheduled.I step out of the car with my bag hanging off my shoulder and stare up at the building for a second.This is my life now.Crazy. From Carrie's cozy apartment in Atlanta to this? Life really changes in the twinkle of an eye.I step inside the elevator heading to my apartment, I pull my phone out to check my notifications and see if I have texts from Carrie because literally she is the only person I communicate with.Once I get inside my apartment, I kick my heels off and FaceTime her immediately. Carri
Skylar's POV Truly, I’m lost. Like genuinely lost.Not metaphorically or emotionally, but I mean physically lost inside this giant billionaire maze.And who do I get to blame? I can't blame myself because it's still my first day... my first actual day, and I'm praying I don't mess it all up, but it seems exactly like what is happening. What excuse do I give for wandering around the exclusive floors of Ford Corporation like an unpaid intern in a legal drama?I probably look stupid right now, and I can't help but wonder what Carter Ford thinks of his new employee standing in front of him."I think you're lost."Caught red-handed and in 4k.I turn slowly, and there he is.Same white suit and silver tie from earlier this morning. His hands are folded across his chest as he leans lazily against the wall like he has nowhere else to be despite literally owning half the building.His eyes stay on me, studying me quietly.I get so nervous from his stare that suddenly, I become hyperaware of
Carter's POVI'm now a full-time workaholic. Well, it's not a bad thing when it's only multi-million dollar deals, investments, and endorsements that keep you travelling around the country and the world signing and making partnerships.Two nights in Los Angeles, and now my attention is needed in Seattle, but I have to stop by in New York first.My newly inherited corporation is there. My father always says he believed in me to carry on each and every one of his legacies. I am his only son, and he doesn't mind entrusting everything to me. That shows I've always been a good boy.I'm already dressed in a Kiton white suit, silver tie, and black watch. There's no point stopping at my penthouse when I get to New York. I'll head straight to Ford Corporation, and in an hour or two, I should leave for Seattle.The flight from Los Angeles to New York is quiet, just exactly how I like it. The low hum of my private jet and the Manhattan skyline slowly coming back into view through the window.I a
Skylar’s POV The rest of the morning of my first day goes surprisingly normal even though I spend the next few hours trying to settle into my office and pretend I’m not internally spiraling over the fact that I made soul-searching eye contact with Carter Ford through an elevator door like we’re starring in some toxic Netflix romance.But what still gets me bothered is that Dan Wheeler definitely heard me talking to myself afterwards.Did he see who was in the elevator? Because if he did, he'll definitely think I'm crazy and he could possibly come up with speculations about something going on between us. That's just how rumours start, and that's how I'll lose my job on the first day.I try not to think about it too much because work drama is the absolute last thing I need as a new employee. Especially when it involves the billionaire CEO.Instead, I focus on the files on my desk because that's the reason I'm employed and not to daydream about a month-old sexual experience with my boss
Skylar’s POV For the first time in a long time, life is worth living again. I roll sideways on my bed happily because I know what this new day holds, and I can't be more excited. It feels like the first day of senior high, and you pray something extraordinary happens, like getting paired with the new hot transfer student with tattoos.My life is about to begin again and I really want to know what it has in store for me... this new world.My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I sluggishly open my eyes, snapping out of my thoughts. I reach for it lazily and immediately get assaulted by messages.Carrie (7:02 AM):WAKE UP CORPORATE BADDIECarrie (7:03 AM):FIRST DAY!!!Carrie (7:05 AM):If you’re still sleeping, I’m reporting you to your billionaire boss.Damn. Carrie really is my alarm.Another text from her pops up again.Carrie (7:07AM):Have the best day ever today.I text her back with a smile on my face. Skylar (7:09AM):I will, babe. Love you.Immediately I send the text, I sit up
Skylar’s POV I wake up the next morning to my phone vibrating like it has something urgent to confess. For a split second, I forget everything and even wonder what day it is. Then I remember Carter Ford and the phone call. Shit. I fucking used the "résumé" line that I saw on tiktok. My entire life apparently is changing because I kissed a stranger in an elevator. I sit up fast and curious and squint at my screen. Damn, I'm just waking up and my eyes hurt. FORD CORPORATION: OFFER LETTER & EMPLOYEE ONBOARDING The sleep disappears instantly. “No way,” I whisper. The email is sitting there in all its terrifying professionalism, official and very much real. I click it open and then I blink because not only is there an official acceptance letter attached… There’s also a fully drafted itinerary: Flight details, arrival time, pickup arrangements, housing confirmation and employee onboarding schedule. Everything ready. I stare at the screen. Did this man have his staff working ov
Skylar’s POV I stare at my reflection for the hundredth time, adjusting my blouse like it’s going to fix the chaos in my head. Second day in New York. Last day. My flight’s at four. And yet, a certain billionaire has other plans, texting me. "Let’s talk over breakfast. – C.J. FORD" The messag
Carter’s POV It’s been one fucking minute. One fucking minute since she walked out of the office, and I couldn’t do a damn thing. The blue-eyed elevator lady. That’s how I’ve addressed her in my head for the past month. I’ve tried to forget her. But now, fate’s brought her right back into my
Skylar's POVI’m in a Manhattan hotel room, staring at my reflection like it’s a pop quiz I didn't study for.New York.A fresh start.Or maybe a temporary escape from my own stupidity.It’s been a month since the elevator incident.Thirty long, humiliating days since I kissed a stranger so hard I
Skylar's POV The argument with my mother is still ringing in my ears as I storm down the hallway. I’m pissed. Dinner is unbearable. It’s always like this with her, every time we end up in the same room together. I would blame Greg, my fiancé, but he’s only just trying to settle the dispute betw







