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2026-05-15 05:38:50
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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 DAMIEN'S REFUSAL
The turn came on a Tuesday, during our weekly couples therapy session with Dr. Morrison.We'd been discussing the article's fallout–the professional consequences, the public judgment, the ways we were each processing the scrutiny. It had been a productive session, or so I thought, until Dr. Morriso
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION DATING PROPERLY
Three weeks passed before Damien asked to see me again.The space between didn't feel like abandonment. It felt intentional. Like he was actually taking my words seriously, giving me room to settle into my new life without his presence shaping every corner of it.His text came on a Wednesday evenin
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION JEALOUSY
The Meridian renegotiation team consisted of fifteen people, and apparently, I'd become essential to all of them.In the two weeks since my presentation, I'd been pulled into every meeting, consulted on every decision, asked to validate every number. My analysis had become the foundation upon which
MY CEO, MY OBSESSION GLITTERING LIES
The flash of cameras hit me like a physical wall.I'd seen red carpets on television—distant, glamorous things that happened to other people in other lives. But standing in the middle of one, Damien's hand warm and steady at the small of my back, was entirely different.The lights were blinding. Th
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