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CHAPTER 11: A RATHER TIGHT DRESS
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2026-10-05 05:57:01
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OOPS! I'M THE BOSS'S FIANCÉE. CAPÍTULO 20: SLEEPLESS NIGHT.
At exactly eight-fifteen, Vanessa made good on her threat.An assistant wheeled a metal cart into my office, squeaking under the weight of three massive binders stuffed with financial documents printed in a microscopic font. The assistant dropped them onto my desk with a heavy thud, kicking up a small cloud of dust, and fled the room without saying a single word.Stuck to the top of the pile was a yellow Post-it note featuring Vanessa's flawless cursive handwriting:Subsidiary audits for the last semester. I need the risk analysis and the workforce reduction projection ready by 7:00 AM tomorrow. Don't let me down, darling.I stared at the binders. There had to be at least three hundred pages.I grabbed my phone and fired off a frantic text to Mila, who was presumably still asleep at my apartment.SOS! Vanessa just buried me alive under 300 pages of audits. I need the analysis by tomorrow.Mila’s reply came through two minutes later.Babe, there is no human way to read that in under th
OOPS! I'M THE BOSS'S FIANCÉE. CAPÍTULO 19: DO YOU WANT MY OPINION?
Monday morning arrived entirely too fast. I left Mila passed out on my living room couch, drooling on the loose-spring cushion, and put on my second-best thrift-store suit. Riding the elevator up at Montenegro Enterprises no longer gave me vertigo; it just caused a constant, low-level nausea. I was living on borrowed time, just waiting for the exact moment the time bomb would detonate.I stepped out into the executive floor hallway, fully intending to lock myself in my office and text Mila to demand my weekly briefing, when a tall figure blocked my path.She was wearing an impeccable white tailored suit and holding a coffee cup bearing the logo of an artisanal café that probably charged fifty bucks for a single espresso."Camila, darling," Vanessa Sterling purred.I took a step back on pure instinct. Hearing the word "darling" coming from Vanessa was the absolute equivalent of hearing a rattlesnake shake its tail."Hi, Vanessa. I'm actually in a bit of a rush," I said, pointing toward
OOPS! I'M THE BOSS'S FIANCÉE. CAPÍTULO 18: THE SURPRISE CALL FROM THE BOSS.
By three in the afternoon, I had blisters on my heels, chronic pain in my calves, and a fried brain. I had paced the apartment until I mastered the art of not tripping over my own furniture, and I had repeated the names of relatives, fake boarding schools, and European art galleries until my ears bled.We were sitting on the living room floor, barefoot, eating cheap pepperoni pizza straight out of the cardboard box. I had paid for the food with my "rent and survival" fund, since Mila was technically homeless in designer clothing."So, Maximiliano knows absolutely nothing about your dad outside of business?" I asked, folding a slice of pizza in half so the grease wouldn't drip."Nothing. They see each other at quarterly meetings, sign papers, and say goodbye." Mila took a bite of her slice, talking with her mouth half-full. "That’s why this con works. My dad is a corporate hermit and Max is a work machine. They never socialize."I was about to ask her more about Armando Dupont's obsess
OOPS! I'M THE BOSS'S FIANCÉE. CAPÍTULO 17: MY NEW ROOMMATE.
On Saturday morning, the pounding on my apartment door sounded with the urgency of a police raid. Surviving Friday afternoon's contract board had been a miracle sponsored by the text messages Mila was sending me from a corporate bathroom, and I had barely managed to escape Maximiliano's end-of-day interrogation in one piece. But my rest was short-lived. I sprang off my air mattress, getting tangled in the thin sheet, my heart hammering in my throat. Barely twenty-four hours had passed since our alliance in the copy room, and my paranoia was peaking. I fully expected to see federal agents or Maximiliano’s corporate thugs.I opened the door keeping the chain lock on.On the other side, breathing heavily and dragging a black leather suitcase that was worth more than my entire building, was Mila Dupont. She was wearing massive sunglasses, an oversized knit sweater falling off one shoulder, and her inseparable combat boots."Please tell me this building has a hidden elevator and that I jus
OOPS! I'M THE BOSS'S FIANCÉE. CAPÍTULO 16: HIDING THE INTRUDER.
My heart broke into a gallop. I stared at Mila with wild eyes. She pressed a finger to her lips and gave me a frantic hand gesture to hide her."Hide behind the massive copier," I whispered, barely moving my lips.Mila dropped to the floor and army-crawled awkwardly in her combat boots until she was wedged into the narrow gap between the wall and the enormous industrial printer. She curled into a ball, completely out of sight."Camila. Now."I sucked in a breath, desperately smoothing out the wrinkles in my cheap pants. I ran my fingers through my brown hair, which—after my suicidal sprint across the lobby and my wrestling match with Mila—had to look like a bird’s nest in the middle of a hurricane.I slid the metal deadbolt back and opened the door just twelve inches, squeezing my body into the gap and immediately pulling it shut behind my back. I pressed myself flat against the gray wood, blocking the entrance with my arms spread out behind me.Maximiliano was standing in the middle
OOPS! I'M THE BOSS'S FIANCÉE. CAPÍTULO 15: NEGOTIATING WITH THE OWNER OF MY NAME.
I let go of Mila’s hand and took a step back, wiping my sweaty palm against the worn fabric of my pants. That physical contact had just sealed the most absurd conspiracy in corporate history. We were locked inside a windowless room, lit by flickering fluorescent lights humming with electricity, surrounded by boxes of legal-size paper and the sharp scent of printer toner.The true heiress of the Dupont empire dropped onto a cardboard box of five hundred sheets and crossed her legs, adjusting her boho skirt with absolute ease. She didn't seem to care about the dust in the maintenance room."So," Mila said, pulling a hair tie from her pocket to twist her messy hair into an even more chaotic bun. "You're an accidental imposter who knows about tacos, and I'm a fugitive from my own bank account. I like the symmetry of the situation."I rubbed my temples. A headache was already drilling into my skull from the back of my neck."I don't like it at all. This is a major felony. If your father fi
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