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The New Boss
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2025-04-24 01:23:34
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My Love, My Boss Collateral Damage
The doors of Rainer PR swung open at 8:07 a.m., shattering the morning quiet that had settled like a thin film of calm over the glass tower. Inside, the air was brittle with tension that hung from the ceiling lights and static in the vents. The office phones rang unanswered. Interns scuttled past each other like ghosts afraid of their own reflections. And in the conference room three different presentation boards were mounted in a desperate lineup, each worse than the last.Cazien Wolfe stood with his back to the largest of them, arms folded tight across his chest, jaw ticking in the unrelenting silence. His gray suit was sharper than usual, pressed within an inch of its life, but there was something off; it was a flicker of disorder beneath the polished appearance he presented - his tie wasn’t straight and his cuff links didn’t match.“You’re wasting my time,” he said finally, his voice was like a blade honed on cold steel. “This campaign looks like a goddamn funeral for creativity.
My Love, My Boss Take Down Order
“Turn,” Malika muttered looking intensely at Raina’s dress while working with the pins in her mouth. Then finally, “You look like expensive revenge.” She gave the emerald dress one last tug, then stepped back, hands on hips. Raina snorted. “Just what I was going for.” Malika cocked her head. “This internship’s done things to you. You smile like you can see tomorrow.”Raina leaned in toward the mirror. “Maybe I can.”Their laughter felt easy tonight. No tension under it. They laughed louder.. It was easy to forget, sometimes, that the world outside still stung. Raina smiled at her reflection. Then a memory came through as usual. It was late spring, but the foster home’s waiting room smelled like winter… bleach, wool and something else under the floorboards. She’d worn her best hand-me-down. Isla, too. They had matching sweaters that frayed at the cuffs. The most sophisticated woman they had ever seen with pearls around her neck leaned toward the social worker, whispering something
My Love, My Boss Shadows Between Us
The ticking of the minimalist wall clock was the only sound in the room. Cazien Wolfe slouched into the leather chair, legs sprawled like a man who wanted to take up space, but hands clenched tightly in his lap like he didn’t know what to do with them. His jaw pulsed. Dr. Elise Farrow didn’t speak immediately. She never did. She simply let the room breathe him in. “I didn’t black out this week,” he finally said. “That’s supposed to be good news, right?” “Is it?” she asked softly, her pen unmoving. He chuckled dryly. “I guess not. Because I can’t tell if I’m getting better or if I’m just…delaying it.” She looked up. “Cazien, what changed?” He hesitated. “She did.” “Raina?” He nodded once, like her name alone was a risk. “When she’s near me, the fog lifts. It’s like I have control again. Focus. Like I’m not just my father’s fucking puppet or a medical puzzle they all want to solve.” “That sounds like a good thing.” “It is. And it isn’t.” His voice cracked. “Because I don’t get
My Love, My Boss The Glass Tower
The morning light was cruel. It streamed across the glossy surfaces of Rainer PR’s marble-floored lobby with surgical precision, revealing every scuff, every smudge, every tremor in Raina’s hands. Her heels clicked softly as she stepped off the elevator, head down, clutching a steaming paper cup like it could shield her from the day even though it didn’t. The moment she stepped into the open-concept floor, conversations splintered. A few heads turned, subtle and sharp. Whispers slid through the air, light as fog, but twice as heavy. She walked faster. Behind her, the elevator chimed again. “Miss Cole.” Isla’s voice called. Raina turned slowly. The hallway behind her framed Isla like a magazine ad… elegant, poised, and strategically heartless. Today, she wore a white silk blouse tucked into tailored navy pants and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I need those brand concept revisions on my desk by lunch,” Isla said. “And I noticed your timestamp. Five minutes late.” It was thr
My Love, My Boss Shattered Trust
The elevator doors slid open with a sterile chime, but Raina didn’t move. Her reflection in the mirrored panel stared back, blank and exhausted. She dabbed beneath her eyes… too late. The mascara had already begun its quiet descent. She straightened her shoulders. Head high. Spine stiff. “Walk like you still have something left to fight for.” She pep talked herself then stepped into the hallway. Raina’s heart started to race. She focused on her breathing. Inhale, exhale. Keep walking. They know. Her stomach dropped. Someone told them. Maybe Cazien has told Isla everything. Maybe she told everyone. A wave of heat climbed up her neck. Her face burned with shame. She pushed open her cubicle and sank into her chair like it might hide her. She couldn’t look up. She couldn’t bear to meet their eyes, not even in reflection. Her skin crawled at the thought of what they might be saying behind her back. She imagined the group chats, “Did you see her face when she walked in?” “I heard she ca
My Love, My Boss The New Boss
Raina Cole was drowning. She was suffocating in heat, stress and humiliation. Her thrift-store blouse clung to her back, soaked through. The office on the 47th floor of Rainer PR wasn’t glamorous today. It smelled like recycled air, stress, and burnt printer ink. Her glasses fogged as she squinted at the screen, trying to rewrite a client report for the fourth time because someone kept deleting files off the shared drive. Phones screamed and heels stabbed the floor like weapons.Raina’s chest pulled tight, but her brain kept looping back to the nights that had Cazien’s hands on her thighs, his warm breath against her collarbone, the way he had looked at her like she was more than just an assistant. Maybe it had meant something to him? Maybe it was the start of something real for them? Maybe…No. No, she wasn’t doing this. Not again.Then another memory slammed in out of nowhere. She remembered Isla’s mocking laugh, standing in that overcrowded orphanage. “Little Ray, You’re trash. No
My Love, My Boss Wolves In Suit
Raina Cole’s fingers shook as she typed at her desk outside Cazien Wolfe’s office. The 47th floor of Wolfe Tower buzzed with low voices, tapping keys, quiet ambition. Her glasses kept fogging. Her eyes burned. She hadn’t slept. Not after the night she let him use her. She couldn’t stop seeing the bed, the heat and the way she’d fallen apart in his care. Her black dress clung to her hips, wrinkled and stretched like it knew what she’d done.The whispers around the office didn’t stop. They looked at her differently now. Like she wasn’t just an assistant. Like they knew... “Special assistant,” someone had murmured near the elevator that morning and her stomach turned. She wasn’t used to being special or being treated specially. A memory snapped into her mind. Back at the orphanage in cold winter light, older kids were pointing and laughing,“Little Ray, dirty stray!”That chant had stayed with her longer than any scar. She dug her nails into her palm, hard, and kept typing. She needed t
My Love, My Boss The Ammendment
Raina Cole’s heels clicked against the polished marble of Rainer PR’s 47th floor, the sound slicing through the tense hush as she kept pace beside Cazien Wolfe. Every step felt like a tightrope walk with a blade beneath it. He strode with force, his tailored suit hugging his frame, his storm-gray gaze cleaving through employees like a scythe. “Move,” he barked at a loitering intern. The kid jolted, a coffee cup tumbling from his hands. It hit the floor with a smack, splattering upward, thick and dark like blood.Raina flinched as droplets hit her cream blouse. Heat flooded her cheeks. She clutched her clipboard tighter to her chest, hoping to cover the stain, but she knew what the others saw: the boss’s girl. The whispers and rumours followed her like smoke. That she had her job because she was warm at night. She held her spine straight, her teeth grinding.As she walked behind him, a memory surfaced. Her ten-year-old self, cornered behind the orphanage garden shed with Isla circling
My Love, My Boss Ghosts in Glass
Raina Cole hunched over her desk on the 47th floor of Wolfe Tower, the office soaked in the eerie quiet of late evening. This was her fifth day in this office. Her laptop cast harsh white light against the grime of exhaustion lining her eyes. The pitch she was finalizing made no sense. Something about digital acquisition, but she kept typing, pretending her aching legs didn’t feel like stone. Her thrift-store blouse clung to her sweat-damp skin, and the buzzing lights above flickered like dying insects. She rolled her neck until her spine cracked, but her body stayed curled like prey. A memory ambushed her again. It was Isla’s cruel voice by the orphanage swing,“Little Ray, you're just too weak.” And every time, the other children’s laughter echoed sharper in her mind. She swallowed hard and shoved it down. Then she remembered Clause 9B. Cazien’s threat. She couldn’t afford to fuck this up.The intercom crackled. “Raina,” Cazien’s voice slurred, low and ragged. “Get in here...” Her
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