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The CEO is my Boss.

Author: J.C Valecrest
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-12 18:39:33

My heart dropped straight into my stomach.

No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be real.

The air around me felt too thin, too hot, and too still all at once. He stood there, tall and unbothered, every inch of him radiating the kind of confidence that made people instinctively straighten their posture. His dark hair was styled neatly, his jaw clean-shaven, and his expression unreadable. But those eyes — deep, cold, knowing — found me like a target.

For a moment, I prayed he didn’t recognize me. Maybe I just looked like every other new hire in this room. Maybe—

His lips curved. Slightly.

A slow, deliberate smirk that sent my stomach twisting.

He recognized me.

Oh, my God.

The room around me melted into background noise. The HR director’s voice, the polite clapping, the sound of someone shifting in their seat — all of it faded. All I could see was him. The same man I had accused of being a gigolo. The same man I’d tossed money at before storming out of a hotel room like a complete idiot.

And no
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