LOGINThe morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Blake Group's top floor, spilling gold across Adrian Blake's office. He sat behind his desk, scrolling through reports on his tablet, coffee in hand.
The peace didn't last. Ethan knocked once and stepped inside. "President Blake." Adrian didn't look up. "What is it?" "The woman from last night — she wants to see you again." Adrian froze, then slowly lifted his eyes, disbelief written across his face. "She wants to see me?" "Yes." A satisfied smile spread across his lips. "I knew it." Ethan sighed. "I thought she ended things yesterday," Adrian went on, undeterred. "She must have realized she let the perfect man slip away." Ethan folded his arms. "I don't think that's what happened." "Isn't it obvious?" "What is?" "She realized I'm too good to reject. She couldn't rebel against her father forever." Ethan studied him for a moment, then spoke with a perfectly straight face. "Actually... she said you're cheesy." The smile vanished. "And that she doesn't like your face. Said it looks like an ape." Silence. "My face looks like what?" "An ape." Adrian blinked. "Then why would she ask to see me again?" "Honestly, no idea." Ethan shrugged. "Though I'll admit, Miss Chloe has sharp eyes. The resemblance really is uncanny." Bang! Adrian's palm hit the desk. "Stop talking about the ape!" Ethan took two careful steps back, then muttered on his way out, "They really do look exactly alike." A file sailed past his head. "Ethan!" He laughed and bolted from the office. Downstairs, in the Food Product Development department, Chloe Bennett stood surrounded by researchers examining new samples. Victoria Hayes beamed. "Excellent work, Chloe. Your presentation was impressive." "Thank you, ma'am." Before Chloe could take another bite of the dessert sample, Caleb hurried over. "Miss Chloe — President Blake wants to see you." The spoon slipped from her fingers. "...Me?" Caleb nodded. "He asked me to bring you up." Her heart lurched. No. Absolutely not. She turned and walked away as calmly as she could manage. The moment Caleb's attention drifted, she broke into a run. I just need to get out of here before he finds me. Fate had other plans. She rounded a corner and nearly collided with Adrian himself. "Chloe." Her shoes squeaked to a halt. His eyes locked onto hers. "What are you doing here?" "N-nothing." He stepped closer. "Have you taken care of what we discussed yesterday?" "Yes, sir." "That fast?" "Yes." He narrowed his eyes, unconvinced — and before he could ask anything else, Chloe spun on her heel and ran. "Chloe!" He took off after her. Employees froze mid-step. "Did the president just — run?" "He's chasing someone!" The entire floor watched in disbelief as the coldest man in the building sprinted down the corridor. Ethan arrived just in time to catch the chaos. "President Blake!" He had no choice but to run too. Chloe ran until her breath gave out. "I'm... out of breath," she gasped, bending over. Then — footsteps. Closer. Closer. "No way." She glanced back. Still coming. "What is wrong with this man?" she cried, and took off again, heels clicking against the marble. Ethan finally caught up to Adrian. "Everyone's watching!" he panted. "Please — your reputation!" Adrian ignored him completely, eyes fixed ahead. "She went this way." Ethan tried a different angle. "She's from Food Product Development — she'll probably head upstairs." "No." Adrian pointed down another hallway. "She went that way." And he was gone again. Ethan groaned. "I am absolutely asking for a raise." Chloe reached the elevator and jabbed the button. "Come on — come on —" Nothing. OUT OF SERVICE blinked across the screen. "You've got to be kidding me." The footsteps were getting louder. Panic shot through her. She ducked behind a decorative pillar beside the elevator and pressed a hand over her mouth. Seconds later, Adrian burst into the lobby, eyes scanning every corner. For one heart-stopping moment, she was certain he'd spotted her. She held her breath. Then he frowned. "She's gone." He turned and sprinted down another corridor, his footsteps fading into silence. Chloe waited a few seconds longer before peeking out. The hallway was empty. A smile crept across her face. "I escaped." She stepped out from behind the pillar. "Really?" Adrian's voice curled from directly behind her. The smile fell right off her face.The moment Ethan closed the door behind him, Adrian's grandfather turned and walked away without another word, heading straight back to his study. Adrian remained seated, staring at the folder in front of him. It was the file of blind date candidates. "President Adrian." Ethan dropped the file onto the desk with a sigh. "How could you tell a lie like that when you don't even have a woman you're marrying? How are you going to get out of this one?" Adrian's jaw tightened. "What do you expect me to do? I'm going to call the person responsible and make her take responsibility for it." He pulled out his phone and dialed Chloe's number. Chloe was sitting at her desk in the department office when her phone lit up. The moment she saw the caller ID, she frowned. "What is this? I already apologized and settled the whole thing. So annoying." She took a deep breath before answering. "Hello?" Adrian didn't waste a second on greetings. "Let's meet after you get off work." "What? Why? I'm
Adrian sat in his top-floor office, scrolling through the production system with a tense, distracted energy. He barely registered the soft rustle of footsteps until Ethan, his secretary, appeared in the doorway. "You asked for me," Ethan said, raising a hand in a quiet wave as he stepped inside. "Yes." Adrian kept his eyes glued to the screen. "The production line in Africa... when are we restarting the second line?" "It'll take at least a week to finish the replacement work," Ethan replied. He glanced down at his tablet before adding, "And today's Mr. Dylan's first day, isn't it? James's replacement?" "Let's have lunch with him today," Adrian said, his mind already racing ahead to the next item on his agenda. Ethan hesitated, adjusting his posture. "Actually... your schedule has changed. Starting from lunch today." Adrian looked up, caught completely off guard. "What? What do you mean?" "The order came directly from the Chairman." Ethan braced himself. "He's scheduled a series
Adrian sat in the living room, half-watching the morning coverage of the company's ongoing food project scroll across the international news. An ad break cut in. "This early morning, I told them to mind the scheduling," he muttered, and flicked the channel over to something else—an animal documentary, as it turned out, about apes. The word alone was enough to set something off in him. It circled back, unbidden, to Chloe's parting remark the night before. "Freaking ape, my foot." He pressed his palms into his face, exhaled hard, then reached for his phone and dialed her number without giving himself time to reconsider. Chloe was fast asleep. The ringing dragged her halfway out of it, and she fumbled for her phone before pressing it to her ear. "Hello?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "Ms. Stephanie?" "What's she saying? Why is anyone prank-calling at this hour?" Adrian asked, not realizing she'd mistaken him for someone else. "It's not a prank call," he said. "Are you
Adrian's grandfather sat in the sitting room, thoroughly absorbed in his favorite show. He laughed out loud at something on screen, munching contentedly on a snack, the picture of a man enjoying a quiet evening at home. "I'm home," Adrian announced, stepping through the door. His grandfather didn't so much as glance away from the television. "So, did everything go well with Ms. Aria?" he asked between bites. "What about the wedding? Both of our families should meet first, alright?" He pushed himself up from the sofa, finally giving Adrian his attention. "I've decided not to marry Ms. Aria," Adrian said quietly. His grandfather's expression shifted at once, his voice climbing. "What? What do you mean by that?" "Please," Adrian said, holding up a hand. "Don't bring it up right now. I'd rather not talk about what happened." Across town, Chloe was walking home after the date, her mind snagged on one small, nagging detail. The name Aria had given Adrian's grandfather—Stephanie. Why
Chloe and Aria arrived at the restaurant and were shown to their seats. Chloe still didn't know why she'd been dragged along, but she'd learned not to ask. She pulled out her phone. "Hey, look this way." They leaned in and struck a pose for the camera. "Are you sure that salon is really the one all the celebrities use?" Chloe asked, studying the photo. "Look how heavy this makeup is." Aria winced. "That's because I asked them to do it that way." She didn't mention that she'd planned all along to bring Chloe to Adrian without telling her. "What's that supposed to mean?" Chloe asked warily. Aria's phone buzzed. She snatched it up before the sound had even finished. "Chloe. Listen to me carefully. President Adrian is on his way here." "What? Who's coming?" Chloe's voice cracked. "I didn't have a choice. He found out we were friends and insisted on meeting you," Aria said. "Then you should have pretended you didn't know me!" "He said he'd find out on his own eventual
Chloe paced her room, filled with anxiety because Aria had not responded regarding the blind date with Adrian. "Why isn't she answering my texts?" she wondered aloud. Her phone buzzed with an incoming text from Aria. Aria: Handled. Don't worry. It's all good now. Chloe let out a heavy breath of relief, reading the text once more. "Thank God," she muttered softly. Meanwhile, Aria was gripping her steering wheel tightly, her hands aching from the strain as she fumed over Adrian's temper. "This is driving me crazy. What did he even expect me to do?" she yelled to herself in the quiet vehicle. Ethan walked into his apartment, convinced a break-in had occurred because the space was unexpectedly clean. He was right. Adrian was sitting inside, waiting for him. "You're back," Adrian stated plainly. Ethan ignored the remark and placed his grocery bags on the counter. "Please, leave my house alone." "How am I supposed to leave it alone?" Adrian replied, standing up and grabbing a br







