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2026-05-19 01:09:09
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MY CEO, MY OBSESSION HARD TRUTH
Three days in Seattle, and the cracks start showing.Not in Damien—he's following doctor's orders, resting, eating, attending his emergency therapy sessions. The cracks are in me.I'm waking up at five AM to answer emails from Boston. Taking conference calls in Damien's bathroom. Working on my laptop while he sleeps, trying to manage a new job remotely while also being present for him.And I'm failing at both.On day four, my team lead Jade calls."Elena, we need you here. The mentors are asking questions I can't answer. The school board wants updates on curriculum development. And honestly? I think some people are questioning if you're committed to this role."The words hit like a slap."I'll be back Sunday. That's only three more days.""I know. But this is a new program, your first month as director. Perception matters. And right now, it looks like you abandoned ship for personal reasons."After we hang up, I sit on Damien's couch, laptop open, and face the truth I've been avoiding
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION COMPLICATION
Three weeks into the new job, I get a call that changes everything.I'm in a meeting with the school board when my phone buzzes repeatedly. I ignore it—until I see it's Seattle General Hospital.My blood runs cold."I need to take this," I tell the board, stepping out."Ms. Torres? This is nurse Patricia Kane from Seattle General. You're listed as the emergency contact for Damien Voss."The world tilts. "What happened?""Mr. Voss was brought in about an hour ago. He collapsed during a foundation meeting. We're running tests, but we wanted to notify you—""Is he okay? Can I talk to him?""He's stable but we're keeping him for observation. He's been asking for you."I'm already grabbing my coat, my bag, my keys. "I'm in Boston. I can be there in six hours. Tell him—tell him I'm coming."The flight to Seattle is the longest six hours of my life.I text Damien's assistant Sophie, who gives me updates: He's conscious. Doctors think it's exhaustion and dehydration. They're running cardiac t
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION NEW BEGINNINGS, OLD PATTERN
My first day as Director of Student Success and Mentorship feels surreal.I have an actual office—small but mine—with a window overlooking the schoolyard. A nameplate on the door. A budget. A team of three people who report to me.This is what success looks like.So why do I feel hollow?"Ms. Torres?" One of my team members—a young woman named Jade—pokes her head in. "The first mentor training session starts in ten minutes. Are you ready?"Am I ready? I've been preparing for this my entire life without knowing it."Absolutely. Let's do this."The training session goes better than expected.Twenty mentors from various professional backgrounds, all volunteering their time to work with students. I watch them introduce themselves, share their stories, and I see myself reflected in so many of them—people who survived impossible circumstances and want to make sure others don't have to survive alone."The key to mentorship," I tell them, "isn't having all the answers. It's being present. See
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION THE CONVERSATION
I wait until our scheduled Friday call to tell him.Partly because I need time to process the decision myself. Partly because I'm a coward who can't face his reaction in real-time.When his face appears on screen, he knows immediately."You took the job.""How did you—""I can see it in your face. You decided."I nod, not trusting my voice.He's quiet for a long moment. Then: "Tell me about it. About why.""Are you sure you want to hear this?""Elena, I told you to decide for yourself. I meant it. So yes, I want to hear why."I take a breath. "It's everything I've been working toward without knowing I was working toward it. Building something from scratch, creating real impact, helping students who need exactly what I needed at their age. It's not just a job—it's purpose. And I can't—I can't walk away from that. Not even for you.""I'm not asking you to.""I know. But I need you to understand—choosing this doesn't mean I don't love you. It means I love myself enough to not sacrifice m
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION IMPOSSIBLE CHOICE
I fly back to Boston on Monday with more questions than answers.The job offer sits in my inbox, cursor blinking, waiting for a response I don't have.Two weeks to decide my entire future.Tuesday evening, our scheduled call."Have you thought more about the job?" Damien asks."I've thought about nothing else. What about you? Any revelations about what you actually want?""Just that I meant what I said. I want you here. But I also want you to have the career you've built. And I don't know how to reconcile those things.""Join the club."We're both quiet for a moment."What if—" I start, then stop."What if what?""What if I'm using the job as an excuse? Like, what if I'm hiding behind professional obligation because I'm too scared to actually commit to us?""Are you?""I don't know. Maybe? Or maybe the job is genuinely the right choice and I'm trying to make it about us so I don't have to face how much I want it.""Elena, you're spiraling.""I'm aware. It's what I do."Damien's quiet
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION WHAT WE DON'T SAY
Sunday morning, I wake up to find Damien already gone.There's a note on the pillow: "Emergency foundation call. Be back in an hour. Coffee's ready. —D"I should feel fine about this. It's his work. It's important. He left a note.Instead, I feel a familiar tightness in my chest.The old story: I'm not priority. Work comes first. I'm secondary.I recognize the narrative even as it unfolds. Know it's trauma, not truth. But knowing doesn't make the feeling disappear.I'm sitting at his kitchen counter, spiraling, when he returns."Sorry about that," he says, looking genuinely apologetic. "One of our scholarship recipients is having a crisis. Her family—" He stops, seeing my face. "What's wrong?""Nothing.""Elena. We said we'd be honest."I take a breath. "You left without waking me. And logically, I know that's fine. You had an emergency, you left a note, you've been gone less than an hour. But emotionally, I'm having a reaction that's way out of proportion to what actually happened."
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION THE TEST
The sound of my heels echoed down the marble hallway like a countdown to something I couldn’t escape. My palms were damp, my chest tight, but I forced myself to keep walking, chin up, back straight, toward the tall glass doors of Damien Voss’s office.I’d spent the entire night trying to understand
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION UNDER HIS RULE
The alarm buzzed at exactly 6:00 a.m., slicing through the silence of my new apartment. I’d barely slept. My body was in bed, but my mind had been pacing all night, haunted by the memory of Damien Voss’s eyes and the sharp command in his last message.> “Be ready by 7 AM. Wear black. And Elena… Don
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION CONTROL
Morning light spilled across the floor like gold dust, but it felt cold against my skin. I hadn’t slept. My body was heavy, and my mind was trapped between fear and foolish hope.The clock read 7:12 a.m., a reminder that the world didn’t pause for broken people. I sat at the edge of the bed, starin
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
The notice came written in white, cruel, clean, and final.“Eviction Notice.”The words screamed louder than any slap could. My rent was two months late, and Mrs. Jenkins, my landlady, had finally run out of sympathy. The paper trembled in my hand as if mocking my last thread of stability.I sank o
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