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THE CONTRACT QUESTION

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last update 게시일: 2026-04-29 23:10:58

I woke up alone.

Sunlight streamed through unfamiliar windows, and for a disorienting moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Then the details came back–Damien's loft, his bed, the way his hands had felt on my skin, the promises we'd made in the dark that seemed shakier in the morning light.

I sat up, pulling the sheet around myself, and listened. Water running in what must be the bathroom. The distant sound of a phone buzzing.

My clothes were folded neatly on a chair–not how I'd left them las
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  • MY CEO, MY OBSESSION    THE BUSINESS TRIP

    The text came through on day eleven of my vacation, just as Clara and I were making dinner.Emergency board meeting. Need you back in the city. Tomorrow if possible. Company crisis. –SophiaI stared at the message, my heart doing complicated things in my chest. An emergency. Something had happened. And Sophia was reaching out to me, not just as an assistant but as someone they needed."You should go," Clara said immediately, seeing my expression."I have four more days of vacation.""I know." Clara stirred the pasta sauce. But you're not really on vacation anymore, are you? You've been in your head the whole second half of this trip. Might as well get back and deal with whatever's happening.She wasn't wrong. The peace I'd found in the first week had been replaced by churning anxiety. Going back might actually be better than staying.I texted Sophia: I'll drive back tonight. What happened?The response came quickly: Client pulled out of major deal. Projected loss of forty million. Dam

  • MY CEO, MY OBSESSION    SEEDS OF THOUGHT

    On the seventh day of my vacation, doubt arrived like an uninvited guest.It started with a news article Clara found on her phone. A headline about Voss Enterprises securing a major deal that saved the company millions. The article featured a photo of Damien at a press conference, looking perfectly composed and devastatingly handsome. He was quoted extensively about strategic vision and market positioning.There was no mention of me.Which was fine. I didn't expect credit. I didn't need my name in the papers. But seeing him move forward without me, handling major negotiations without consulting me, thriving in my absence–it created a fissure in the certainty I'd been building."Elena, you okay?" Clara set down her phone, noticing my expression."Fine," I said automatically. "Just thinking."But that afternoon, I couldn't focus on my book. That evening, I kept checking my phone even though I'd told myself I wouldn't. By the eighth day, I was composing messages to Damien in my head, n

  • MY CEO, MY OBSESSION    MAGGIE'S SUPPORT

    Clara was waiting at my apartment at six a.m., sitting on the curb with two coffees and an oversized canvas bag that probably contained half her dorm room."You look like you didn't sleep," she said as I loaded my suitcase into her car."I didn't." I took the coffee she offered, grateful for the warmth. I kept replaying conversations in my head. Wondering if I'm making a huge mistake."Are you?" Clara pulled into traffic with the confidence of someone who'd done this drive a hundred times. "Making a mistake, I mean.""I don't know." I stared out at the city waking up around us. "Ask me in two weeks."We drove in comfortable silence for the first hour, the morning giving way to late morning as the city faded and suburbs took over. Clara had put together a playlist–nostalgic songs from our childhood mixed with current hits. Our mother's favorite musician opened with a song I hadn't heard in years, and suddenly I was crying without meaning to.Clara reached over and squeezed my hand. "Do

  • MY CEO, MY OBSESSION    COFFEE AND CONFESSION

    I don't want easy answers, I said, watching him carefully. "I want honest ones."Damien moved closer, but I held up a hand. He stopped, respecting the boundary. That small gesture–his willingness to be stopped–meant something."Sit," I said, gesturing to my couch.He sat, maintaining distance, waiting for me to speak. The apartment was quiet around us, just the sound of the city filtering through the windows and the weight of everything unsaid between us."Maggie thinks I'm trapped," I began. She thinks you're controlling me, just in more sophisticated ways than Lawson did. She thinks I'm defining myself in relation to you instead of independently."Is that what you think?" His voice was carefully neutral."I think she's right about some of it." I moved to the window, needing space between us to think clearly. I think I don't know what my apartment costs. I think you still make decisions for me without always asking first. I think even my vacation exists within the parameters you've e

  • MY CEO, MY OBSESSION    MAGGIE'S RETURN

    The text came through at nine p.m. on a Wednesday, just as I was packing my suitcase for the beach trip that was now less than forty-eight hours away.Hey stranger. Heard through the grapevine you're taking a vacation. Can we grab coffee tomorrow? I miss you.Maggie. I hadn't heard from her in weeks–my fault, really. I'd been so consumed with work and Damien and the constant negotiation of my own boundaries that I'd let the friendship slip to the background.We met at our old café, the one near the office where we used to spend lunch breaks complaining about Lawson and dreaming about better jobs. Maggie looked exactly the same–dark hair pulled back in a messy bun, vintage sweater that cost more than it appeared to, sharp eyes that saw everything.When she pulled me into a hug, I realized how much I'd missed her."Okay, we need to talk," she said once we were settled with our usual orders–cappuccino for her, green tea for me. "And I need you to actually listen instead of defending.""T

  • MY CEO, MY OBSESSION    THE FIRST " I WANT "

    The question came during a Monday morning meeting about third-quarter projections.Damien sat at the head of the conference table, presenting acquisition targets to a room full of executives who nodded along dutifully. I was there in my official capacity–assistant turned analyst, taking notes and preparing materials–when he paused mid-sentence and looked directly at me."Elena, what do you think about the Hensworth Group? Would you recommend we pursue it?"It was a test. Not a hostile one, but a test nonetheless. He was giving me space to contribute, to voice an opinion that might contradict his own. Showing me–and the room full of people watching–that he valued my perspective even when it differed from his.I scanned the preliminary financials I'd reviewed that morning. The Hensworth Group was solid, profitable, positioned well in their market. Everything suggested it was a good acquisition.But something didn't sit right."I wouldn't," I said, and felt the room's attention shift to

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