PREGNANT FOR MY HUSBAND'S BILLIONAIRE BOSS

Are we still on Earth, or have we just stepped into space? That was the thought clanging through my mind as Todd and I stepped into the event hall. Everything—from the decorations to the catering—screamed luxury and opulence. I was certain no expense had been spared in putting this party together.I had attended a few of his company’s parties with him in the past, but none of them could hold a candle to this one.I guessed it had to do with the fact that this party was specifically in honor of their CEO, Morrison Craig—a name that had people, including Todd, whispering in terror. It made me wonder what kind of man could incite such fear in the hearts of others.Though I had never seen him before—since he never attended any of the few parties I’d been to—I resolved in my heart that if he did show up, which I seriously doubted, I would stay far away from him. From everything I’d heard, a man like that is nothing but trouble, no matter how much money he has.“Why don't you go get somethi

Craig's Pov“Mr Gustavo is here to see you, sir.” My personal assistant Amelia says as she knocks lightly on my door.“Show him in” I don't look up to say it and go back to the media house report I have been perusing since I came into the office. The numbers are abysmal. The sales statistics over the past two months have dropped to an alarming low and I can't have that.“Good morning sir, you sent for me." Nicolas the asshole has been the head of the editorial department and I am certain he would not like what I am about to say, thankfully I don't care.I didn't tell him to sit, so he remained standing as I ignored him. It's a power move that I have mastered over the years. “Do you care to explain why our flagship morning show has lost 22% of its audience in the last two months? Online engagement has plummeted. Advertising revenue is down 15%. And digital subscriptions? Nearly flatlined, or why our stories in the papers have been reduced to mere storytelling without credible facts.

“Hey! How did he go? Did you get the job? Please tell me you got it.” Amelia fired off the minute I stepped into her office. I smiled in her amusement at her excitement. To think we just met this morning and she is already so sweet, to say I am so relieved to have a friendly face at work would be an understatement. “I got the job." She squealed loudly and did a mini dance. “Bring your voice down! What if Mr. Morrigan hears you.” I said, shushing her, my eyes straying to the door, worried the noise will attract Mr hardass. She rolled her eyes at me before going back to her seat. “The office is soundproof so he can't hear us." "oh okay” I feel stupid. I should have known she wouldn't have squealed so loud if the office wasn't soundproof. “So when do you resume?" She asked. “Right now?" The answer came off sounding like a question. “No way! I know Mr Craig can be very demanding, but I still didn't expect him to ask you to resume work immediately!." She sounds genuinely offended