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Chapter Seventy
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One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter 73
Emilia’s POVThere was a moment of silence before I cleared my throat gently, standing from Richard’s chair and adjusting my blazer. The room turned their attention toward me like dominos. Every single pair of eyes locked onto me, including the three blank-faced statues from across the table.Time to make magic.“I think it’s safe to say,” I began, my voice clear and relaxed, “that if we keep speaking in corporate tongue for the next twenty minutes, we’re all going to either fall asleep or start faking emergencies to escape.”A few chuckles echoed softly from the far end of the room. Not bad. A good start. I flicked my eyes toward one of the Chinese clients, his expression didn’t change. Not even a twitch in his cheek.Tough crowd.“So let’s cut the crap,” I added, smiling sweetly. “You already have the proposal in front of you. You know the numbers. You know the reach. You know our track record. If you didn’t like us, you wouldn’t be sitting here pretending to be statues.”One of the
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter 72
Emilia’s POVI leaned back in the plush leather chair, fingers lightly drumming the armrest, my legs crossed under the conference table. My eyes squinted, not from the glaring fluorescent lights or the giant projector screen across the room, but from the sheer amusement bubbling up inside me.How was I supposed to take this meeting seriously?I mean… come on.Across the long mahogany table sat three of the Chinese delegates we’d been trying to impress for weeks now. Tall, lean, sharply dressed, and so painfully expressionless, it was like looking at a lineup of mannequins from a business museum. Stone-faced. Eyes slightly narrowed. Hands folded neatly on the table. No blinking. No smiling. No nods of acknowledgment. Not even a twitch.And here we were,our poor, overprepared junior staff member practically tap dancing for them.My lips twitched.She was presenting a revised proposal for our logistics partnership. The one we’d already gone through, revised, edited again, packaged in new
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter 71
Emilia’s POVI blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. My eyes felt like sandpaper. I rubbed them with both hands, groaning quietly at how heavy they still felt. No use trying to go back to sleep, I was already too awake for that.With another sigh, I swung my legs off the bed and stood up slowly, hands automatically moving to support my lower back. The ache had become familiar now. Persistent but manageable. I shuffled toward the mirror, dragging my fuzzy slippers across the polished floor like some grumpy old woman.Once I stood in front of the mirror, I tilted my head to the side dramatically, studying the reflection that looked back at me with just the right amount of sarcasm.“Wow,” I muttered, raising my brows. “You’re really thriving, huh?”My hair looked like it had hosted a war and lost. My nose had decided to double in size for no good reason, my eyes were puffy, and the dark circles underneath them could've passed for
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Seventy
Richard’s POVThe soft clink of the glass echoed slightly as I placed it gently on the polished counter of the grand piano. My fingers moved across the keys again, slow and steady, as if the melody could pull all the lingering weight from my shoulders. The room was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of the chandelier and the occasional flicker from the fireplace in the corner. The warmth inside contrasted with the chill whispering against the windowpanes.I wasn’t playing anything specific. Just something that came to me. Something quiet, gentle, almost melancholic. My fingers danced slowly, thoughtfully, like each note had its own memory attached to it. The wine, aged and bold, coated my tongue, and the music calmed my mind.Alone.That was rare these days, and maybe that’s why I was savoring it.Emilia was upstairs. Probably curled up beneath the covers, fast asleep. She’d had a long day. Long week, really. Pregnancy wasn’t easy, and I admired her more with each passing day for ho
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Sixty-Nine
JaydenI stood still, trying to control the thudding in my chest. Richard hadn’t said a word yet, just sat there watching me like I was some kind of case study. His elbows rested lazily on the armrest of my chair, fingers steepled together under his chin, his gaze unreadable.I cleared my throat softly, smoothing down my tie as I tried to regain my composure. “Mr. Kane,” I began, keeping my voice even. “To what do I owe this... unexpected visit?”He didn’t answer right away. He just kept staring, his eyes moving slowly over my face, my shoulders, my hands. I could hear the ticking of my wall clock suddenly, each second dragging longer than the last.Eventually, he leaned forward, his elbows pressing down on the desk, and stood up slowly. “Mr. Turner,” he said, tone dry. “How long have you been working here now?”I blinked. “Two years, sir.”He hummed softly in response, walking around the desk now. Each step he took echoed off the walls. “Two years. That’s a decent amount of time, isn
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Sixty-Eight
Jayden's POVI walked through the corridor like a ghost floating in a sea of whispers. My shoes made soft, measured sounds against the tiled floor, but it was the echo in my head that was louder, Richard's voice, that damn smile on his face, and Emilia... God, Emilia.The image of her throwing herself at him, like he was her hero or something, played on a loop in my mind. The way she smiled, the way she kissed him without hesitation, like I never existed. Like all those years we spent together meant absolutely nothing.I clenched my jaw, forcing my hands into my pockets to keep from punching the nearest wall. But no, not now. Not here. Not when eyes were everywhere."Yo, Turner."I turned my head slightly and spotted one of the younger interns, Derek or Daniel, whatever his name was, standing too close for my liking, his arms folded as he leaned by the water cooler."You good, man? You look like you just saw a ghost."I gave him a cold smile. "You ever get the urge to chew glass, Dere
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