Chapter 9 – Press, Leave, Run

(Eve’s POV)

“The secretary first,” Bob instructed the show's lead makeup artist, his voice in a panic. “Hurry!”

Jill acknowledged him with a nod. She gave her staff a few instructions and then left her post to come to my aid as if I were an emergency. When she was done, she called the hairstylist to complete my look for the evening.

I could have done it myself, but Bethany told me to focus on the list, saying this was my first test, so I had to let the company’s hair and makeup artists do their job while I studied the files. Bethany and Bob debated for a while, but eventually, they settled on a breathtaking V-neckline gown adorned with eye-catching forest-green sequins.

“I’m not wearing that,” I murmured, shaking my head.

“Yes, you are, darling. In events like this, you will always be the CEO’s date.” He pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as if thinking of the right words to say. “Even if he has a date, you have to be on his side… or behind him, ready to give information or take note