LOGINChloe 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 eventually. What if he discovers you're his employee?" "You could have at least warned me," Chloe said, still reeling. "If I had, you never would have come." Aria shrugged. "Anyway, he thinks you owe him an apology. Just tell him you're sorry." "Excuse me?" Chloe stared at her, dumbfounded. "What's the worst that could happen?" Aria said, already rising and gathering her bag. "Okay, I'm off." "You're leaving?" Chloe asked, panic creeping in. "Oh, right. Don't forget to put on the wig." Aria tossed a small package into her hand. "A wig?" "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Aria bolted for the door. "Wait! Aria! Aria!" Chloe called after her, already knowing this had been a mistake from the start. She sprang up, ready to flee herself, and froze. Adrian was walking through the door. What do I do? I don't know what to do. Fumbling, she tore open the wig and yanked it on. In her panic, she knocked something off the table. "Why now, of all times?" She crouched to gather it up, and a hand reached down to help her. "Oh, thank you..." She looked up. It was Adrian. Her stomach dropped, and she sank back to the floor. Adrian picked up the item—her business card—and read it over before speaking. "We meet again, Ms. Fake Aria." Chloe said nothing. They took their seats across from each other, neither looking up nor willing to speak first. Adrian turned the card over in his fingers. "You work at a fried chicken shop?" "What... oh. That." Chloe found she had no answer ready. "I can simply call and confirm," he said, reaching for his phone. "My family runs a fried chicken shop. Yes," she admitted. Great. Now he knows where I live too. "How much?" he asked. Assuming he meant the menu, she answered evenly, hoping to keep the peace. "Plain is one thousand five hundred naira. Spicy is one thousand seven hundred naira." "I wasn't asking about the chicken," he snapped. "How much were you paid to impersonate Aria?" "That's... it's..." The words wouldn't come. "Just be honest." "I told her I couldn't do it. I really couldn't. But she kept promising me five hundred thousand dollars. That's the whole story," Chloe admitted, shame creeping into her voice. Adrian lowered his head. "You risked all this for five hundred thousand?" "Standing in for someone isn't technically a scam, is it?" "You impersonated another person and wasted someone's time for personal gain. If that's not a scam, what would you call it?" "I'm sorry. I needed the money badly, more than my paycheck could cover," she said, equal parts guilty and mortified. Adrian's mouth curved, unimpressed. "So you're not just an ordinary scammer. You actually have a job. Some set of skills you've got." "It's a small, mid-sized company," Chloe said dryly. "Very small." "And that company happens to be yours." Aria hadn't gone far. She was waiting by Chloe's car. I wonder if he brought that handsome secretary of his again. She immediately shook the thought away. No. This isn't the time to be thinking about men. You just threw your best friend to the wolves. "I'm sorry," she murmured, guilt settling over her. Inside, Chloe and Adrian sat in silence, neither willing to meet the other's eyes. I didn't do anything wrong except hide the truth. But it'll cost me if he ever learns I'm his employee. Aloud, she tried again. "I know an apology isn't enough. I wish I could make up for your time and your feelings. It's not as though I can repay you with money or gifts. You already have far more than I ever will. But I can promise to help you however I can, whenever you need it." Adrian said nothing. He only watched her. "Are you still upset?" she finally asked. He leaned forward. "In what way do I resemble an ape?" "...Sorry?" "Is that why you're angry?" she asked, startled. "I'm not angry. I've simply never heard anything so absurd. It caught me off guard. That's all." Chloe laughed despite herself. "Oh, that. I just said the first thing that came to mind so you'd stop proposing to me." "The first thing that came to mind?" "Well, the resemblance is there. The narrow face, the sharp eyes, those long limbs. No one's ever pointed that out before?" "I told you. I've never heard that before," he said, temper flaring. "Right. Sorry." She backed off quickly, privately wondering who held grudges this tightly. "If there's nothing else, should we call it a night?" She took a breath. "We're short-staffed at the shop, so I still help out in the evenings. I should probably get going." Her phone rang. Adrian. He didn't wait for her to answer properly. "Save this number, and pick up whenever I call. If you ignore me, or try to vanish..." He held up her business card. "I'll come find you myself." "Understood," she said. The two of them exchanged numbers in silence. "One more thing," he said. "What's your real name?" She hesitated. If I give him my real name... "Stephanie," she said instead. "My name is Stephanie."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







