CEO's SECOND CHANCE

Anika let out a sigh as she exited the office room after a recent meeting. The board members of her late father's company had informed her that she was to take over the company shortly, leaving her unsure of what steps to take next. Reflecting on the words of a highly-ranked member of the company, she felt trapped. Throughout her life, Anika had always felt like a solitary figure, lost in a daunting world and her father's passing had intensified that feeling. She struggled to find a sense of purpose, a reason to keep moving forward. However, she found solace and support in her boyfriend, Richard. From the moment they met, Richard had a way of comforting and uplifting her. His words were like a warm embrace, providing a welcome respite from the cold and indifferent world around her. Feeling uncertain about herself and her abilities, Anika decided to turn to Richard for guidance, hoping that he would offer some direction. She picked up her phone and called him, but after a long sile

Kelvin’s P.O.V I let out a groan as the blaring sound of my alarm pulled me out of my peaceful sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I fumbled to find my phone and stop the endless noise. But as soon as my eyes landed on the time, they widened with panic. Shit. I was running late for my interview. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I sprung out of bed, racing to the bathroom. I quickly showered, dressed, and gathered all the necessary items in my office bag. With one last glance at the mirror to make sure my appearance was presentable I rushed out of my bedroom and into the living room. "What the fuck!" The exclamation burst from my lips as I clutched my chest in shock. Someone stood in my living room, catching me completely off guard. "Well, good morning to you too, son. You're finally awake," my mom greeted cheerfully, going about stocking up my fridge with fresh groceries while disposing of the old ones. "Mom, you scared the crap out of me. How did you get in here?" I asked once I

Anika’s P.O.V “You’re home already?” my mom asked as I stepped into the house. “Yeah,” I replied and ran into her arms. I missed her so much. “How was your day at the office?” she asked. “Stressful,” I groaned, letting out a yawn. “I figured. Your father also always complained about work every single day but he never skipped a day from the office except when I forced him to take a break,” my mom said, her eyes twinkling at the mention of my dad. “I know right,” I said and we both chuckled. “I miss him so much,” I admitted. “Same here, I wish he was here with us right now,” my mom sighed. “Me too but I know he is looking after us,” I said to her and she nodded. A voice whispered in my head, 'He would still be alive if you hadn’t made that one decision, you killed him.' I muttered the words of my former therapist in my head and tried to calm myself down. 'I didn’t kill him, it was an accident. Accidents happen.' I didn't want Mom to see me in this state. Thankfully, my mom'

Kelvin’s P.O.V I couldn't believe it when the CEO accused me of being a stalker simply because I accidentally entered her office. I had stayed overnight to finish my work and needed something to keep me awake. I mistakenly pressed the wrong button on the elevator while trying to get snacks from another floor, and didn't realize my mistake until I arrived. I should have trusted my instincts and stayed away from unfamiliar areas, but I foolishly did the opposite and it led me to be labeled as a creep. It was clear that I couldn't win her over; she disliked me and wouldn't believe anything I said. "I'm sorry," I reluctantly admitted. I probably should have stood up for myself, but I was exhausted at that point. Even if I decided to defend myself, it wouldn't change her opinion of me. I thought I had done a good job of avoiding her these past few months, but fate managed to bring us together and put me in a terrible situation whenever I was around her. “You’re sorry? Do you thin

Anika’s P.O.V "The finance manager is innocent. He had nothing to do with the missing money; his only mistake was being careless with the company's account," I was informed. "Alright, tell them to release him. You can go," I dismissed them, releasing a sigh as I watched them leave. It had been three weeks, and there was still no progress on the fraud case. The theft had taken a toll on the company, and we were all working tirelessly to recover the stolen funds without raising any suspicions. But so far, our efforts have been in vain. I was doing my best, but it wasn't enough. We needed to brainstorm and find a way to recoup the money before the news got out to the public. That was why I was currently in a meeting with all the department managers, trying to come up with strategies to boost our company's sales and recover the missing funds as quickly as possible. "We could extend employees' working hours to catch up," one of the higher-ups suggested. "But that would mean overwork