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Maddox Sterling standing directly over the fallen corporate associate ought to have triggered at least a shred of pity in Maribel Westbrook’s chest, but her attention remained entirely pinned on the way the low-level graduate intern cowered near Keaton Waverly’s shoulder. Maribel’s pulse hammered violently against her ribs. The girl had dismantled the attacker’s corporate posture with terrifying efficiency, using his own aggressive forward momentum against him in front of the entire central foy
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  • Contract with the Cold CEO: Terms of Possession   11

    “You shouldn't be walking through the corporate district alone at this hour,” he says over his shoulder.“I think I’m perfectly capable of walking to my own room without an executive escort,” she responds, looking around at the quiet gardens.“Worried Keaton won't be around to handle your problems for you?” he asks, a bitter edge in his tone.Maribel huffs, picking up her pace until she is walking right beside him. “I can take care of my own problems.”“Who taught you how to navigate high-stakes corporate conflict?” he asks abruptly.Maddox towers over her, his presence utterly dominant. Maribel wraps her arms tightly around herself, exhaling a quiet breath. “My mother and father. But mostly my mother, Colette. She was always paranoid about the Sterling family squeezing us out of our family business.” She stops short, swallowing the hard lump in her throat. She shouldn't have revealed something so personal to the man who holds her family’s debt.“I see,” Maddox says softly, casting a

  • Contract with the Cold CEO: Terms of Possession   C10

    Maribel Westbrook smoothing the hem of her dark navy trousers while looking in the mirror, attempting to calm her racing pulse after the sudden shock of the transferred medical debt notice. Before she can fully gather her thoughts, Maisie Langford and Tessa Whitmore barge into her modest suite in the Executive Residence Wing, dumping a mountain of corporate evening wear across the bed.“I really don't think I should go to this networking reception, guys,” Maribel says, turning around to face her two friends with a deep frown.Tessa, who is already aggressively sorting through a rack of tailored blazers and silk blouses, stops and scowls at her. “You are absolutely going! Who knows when entry-level interns like us will ever get access to the main floor of the Sterling Estate again? I know exactly how we’re going to style your hair.”“It’s going to be brilliant, Belle. You need to live a little,” Maisie adds, tossing a set of silver earrings onto the vanity.“It’s precisely because I wa

  • Contract with the Cold CEO: Terms of Possession   C9

    Maribel Westbrook adjusts the stiff collar of her grey intern jacket, trying to ignore the pulsing headache that has been hammering behind her eyes since yesterday. The high-stakes exchange between Keaton Waverly and Maddox Sterling in the administrative vaults still echoes through her mind. Maddox’s cold assertion that he would never mess with an entry-level candidate without legacy standing should have felt like a relief. It should have pushed her to blend back into the background. Instead, it felt like a sharp, calculated dismissal from the man who controls the entire financial ecosystem of the Sterling Executive Institute.She couldn't stop wondering about Keaton’s sudden leverage. When Keaton confronted Maddox, he had spoken about holding an structural advantage over the executive board. What did he mean? And what was the upcoming annual board review everyone kept discussing in hushed, nervous tones? She found her answers the moment she stepped into the central corporate pavilion

  • Contract with the Cold CEO: Terms of Possession   C8

    “Who cares how sharp she is?” another associate scoffs. “She has zero family backing and no trust fund. It’s not like anyone in the upper tier is going to offer her a real junior partnership.”“Yeah, who wants a partner without capital? Imagine trying to introduce a scholarship girl to the board at the annual gala.”A hot wave of shame burns through Maribel’s chest, turning her cheeks a fiery red. She grips the edge of the laundry basket so hard her knuckles turn white. Is that all she is to these people? A temporary amusement? A charity case destined to be discarded the moment the semester ends?She leaves the basket outside the lounge door and quickly steps out into the cool evening air of the central courtyard, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She refuses to let them fall. She didn't work her entire life to reach the Sterling Executive Institute just to be written off as a corporate footnote.“Hey, what’s going on with you?” Maisie Langford asks, catching up to her near the edg

  • Contract with the Cold CEO: Terms of Possession   C7

    Maddox Sterling standing directly over the fallen corporate associate ought to have triggered at least a shred of pity in Maribel Westbrook’s chest, but her attention remained entirely pinned on the way the low-level graduate intern cowered near Keaton Waverly’s shoulder. Maribel’s pulse hammered violently against her ribs. The girl had dismantled the attacker’s corporate posture with terrifying efficiency, using his own aggressive forward momentum against him in front of the entire central foyer. It was the second time in twenty-four hours she had pulled off a maneuver like that, and because the victim happened to be a rising analyst from the Sterling Group's primary division, Maddox could not simply walk away from the mess.“You know the protocol here, Keaton,” Maddox says, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register that cuts straight through the lingering tension in the marble corridor.Keaton takes a subtle step back, shielding Maribel further with his tailored jacket. “She

  • Contract with the Cold CEO: Terms of Possession   C6

    “Intern!” a sharp voice calls out behind her.Maribel turns slowly to face Sloane, who has followed her out to the courtyard steps. “What is it now?”“You are fortunate I am not filing a formal compliance report against you for being in the executive wing.”“I did not even ask to—”“Save it,” Sloane cuts her off, stepping down to match her level. “Consider this your final warning. Stay away from Keaton, stay away from the executive dining room, and stay away from the board suites. You are a graduate intern here on a conditional grant. Remember your place, or I will ensure the registrar terminates your placement personally.”Maribel nods, wanting nothing more than to put distance between them. “Fine. It won't happen again.”Sloane glares at her, her posture rigid with cold satisfaction. “It better not.”She turns on her heel and glides back into the warmth of the executive building. Maribel quickens her pace, heading straight for the graduate intern quarters before the outer gates are

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