LOGINWhen Naomi Monro gets her dream job at the best New York tech firm, she never imagines and expects to fall for her boyfriend’s boss—let alone discover a tangled web of hidden identities, betrayal and a legacy that ties them all together. As the relationship between she and her possessive boyfriend unwinds, Naomi finds herself drawn to the very cold, mysterious CEO, Henry Vance—a man with secrets which reach deep into her past. Naomi, caught between love, loyalty, ambition and truth, must confront everything which she thought she knew to claim her future, and the love she truly deserves. Would she choose her boyfriend or would she spend the rest of her life with the mysterious CEO? Promotional line: She thought she had gotten her dream job—until she fell for her boyfriend's boss who could either ruin everything… or save her. What makes the story unique and attractive: This story is a heated mix of forbidden love and buried secrets, it turns simple office romance into an exciting emotional rollercoaster. With unexpected and shocking twists, powerful themes, and a heroine who rises from betrayal to power, the story a romance that cuts deeper than most.
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Well, I wasn't expecting the amount of applause that followed my presentation. I had already set my expectations straight and very low. No one wanted to give a lady her flowers, especially in a firm like Vance Innovations Company. Henry Vance, the man behind the brains of the company, the CEO, was the first to applaud. He was shaking his head as if he had never heard that sort of strategy before. He was even the first person to speak when the ovation died down, and I felt my heart almost melt like ice cream. "Well, I have to say this, Naomi," he said, in his usual alloof manner. "You really do know how to move the market. And I am impressed." "Thank you, sir," I said, as politely as I could. Though, I could not stop the smile that came to my face. Being complimented by the Chief Executive Officer of Vance Innovations was no small feat at all. In fact, he hardly ever clapped for anyone. "We are going to follow with that immediately. Are there any objections?" Henry asked, but didn't bother to look around the long conference table. I waited. Asher James raised his hand. My mouth fell open. Asher was my boyfriend. We worked in the same company. I wasn't expecting him to raise his hand to an objection. All eyes turned to him. Those who knew we were in a relationship, smiled wanly. "Yes?" Henry asked. "She mentioned something about our not putting our new products on the television medium. And I tend to disagree." Henry looked at me, as if he was trying to decide whether to let Asher have his way, or let me back to my seat. He chose to leave me standing there. "Go on, Asher. And tell us why you think that our adverts should be on the television." Asher nodded his head and adjusted his suit flaps. Then he turned and faced the rest of the board. He didn't even look at me. "It's a digital turnover. And everyone's working from home, especially those who can. And most of those people have the means to afford what we put out there. We aren't Lamborghini." "We can alway agree with Lamborghini, Asher," I cut in. "Do we think people who work from home have time to watch television channels when they are mostly on their laptops looking for the next big-paying client? And how are we going to choose the channels to dump our adverts on? I think we would all agree that our children watch TVs more than we do, or is that a lie?" Silence in the room. Asher looked beaten. But why would he even bring that up? I thought he'd support me, you know. "I don't have children and I don't watch television anymore," Henry finally spoke. "Asher, do think about your objections before bringing them to the table. If we were wasting funds, your salary wouldn't be paid. This meeting is closed." I packed my things and headed out through another door. Dumped them on my desk and dropped into my chair. I was really exhausted but overjoyed that my hardwork had finally paid off. For once, I'd be leading a public relations team for Vance Innovations. The last PR stategist didn't do much of a good job even though he was allocated funds over two hundred million dollars. Henry let him go a month later. But rumor had it, his life changed for the better. My thoughts were broken by a knock on the door. I had left it open when I walked in earlier. Asher walked in. He had a smug expression on his face. "What was that about?" I asked him. "What are you talking about?" he asked, pushed my laptop away and sat on my desk. "Don't pretend as if you can't remember, Ash. Why did you raise your hand when the boss asked if there were any objections?" He shrugged. "Because I had an objection." I rolled my eyes. "That wasn't even an objection, Ash. You were just looking for ways to get me to loose composure." "Maybe you are right." "What?" "Maybe that's what I wanted to do. I mean, you can't just have it easy." "What are you talking about?" I wanted to know. Asher was acting strange all of a sudden. "Look, this is Vance, alright? And everyone here is equally as ambitious as you are, love. I have been here more longer than you have been and I haven't even gotten such a response after delivering my own presentation." He exhaled. "But here you are, your first time in that room, and you already have the contract. Something most of us worked tirelessly for." "And you think I didn't work tirelessly for mine?" I demanded. He shrugged nonchalantly again. "Hmm. Can't say." I scoffed and shook my head from side to side. There were a couple of things that I wanted to say, but I didn't. After all, he was my long time boyfriend and we were in our work place. I had submitted my resume and letter to the company for a job. According to Ash, he was the one who had gotten me the job. Obviously poked the Hiring Manager and scored some points in my favor. Though, that wasn't the only reason why I was indebted to him. "See you later, love," Asher said, and left my corner. Well, he didn't even mention anything about a celebration. No sooner than he had left, Nelissa Cane, secretary to Henry Vance, stood at my door. She didn't enter as if there was some part of her that abhored the place. "Mr. Vance will see you now," she said curtly. I got to my feet at once, thinking that he was just right behind her. In the process, I hurt my knee. "He's... He's here?" "No, in his office. Follow me." Nelissa turned and left. I quickly grabbed my laptop and fell behind her. *** We took the elevator to the top floor. It was more brighter there as all the windows were made of glass and let in more sunlight. We stopped at a door marked CEO, which she opened. Inside, the office was bigger than the conference room. Spacious. Everything looked like glass and I watched my steps, afraid to break anything. Henry Vance looked up from his chair on the dais and walked over. She stopped me with a hand. "Thank you, Nelissa. I'll take it from here." Up close, I saw what the man really looked like. He was tall, and the way his suit hugger his frame, probable muscular too. His hair was black and silky. And those eyes of his were green, like emeralds. Took the breath right out of me. He offered me his hand. I hesitated. "Take it," he prompted. I held his hand. Tough grip. "You did a really good job out there, Miss Naomi." "Thank you, sir." "I hope you'll do better," he said, a note of expectation there. "I can always do my best, sir." "Good, and that is why I am giving you another project to take on," he said and handed me a file. I opened it, glanced through, and gasped. "Sir, this is a Level 12 entry. I am not Level 12, sir." "I know. Your level has been upgraded, as well as your payments and allowances. From now on, you'll be able to take on higher projects to people like Asher James and others." That was the problem. Asher. He would certainly go mad when he heard that I had been promoted to his own level! And do would the rest of the ambitious board. God, what was I going to do?Henry's POVThe alert came through at 2:17 a.m.I was still awake, staring at the ceiling of my penthouse, replaying every conversation I’d had with Naomi over the past weeks. Every pause. Every look she held too long. Every question she didn’t ask out loud.My phone buzzed once on the nightstand.Just once.That was enough.I reached for it, already knowing what I would see. The screen lit up with a single line from a system I’d hoped would stay silent forever.ACCESS GRANTED — MONRO FILES.My chest tightened so hard I had to sit up.“No,” I muttered. “No, no, no.”I swung my legs off the bed and stood, running a hand through my hair. The city lights outside my windows blurred as memory slammed into me all at once.Naomi had opened it.She had found the name.She had crossed the line her father had drawn in blood and silence.I opened the secure channel, fingers moving fast, heart pounding.She had accessed everything. The core files. The private records. The ones only three people h
Naomi's POVI waited until the apartment was quiet again.Not just quiet in sound, but in feeling. The kind of quiet that comes after someone leaves their weight behind. Asher’s presence always lingered. In the air. In the walls. In my chest.I locked the door. Then I locked it again.My laptop sat on the table where I’d left it, the flash drive still plugged in, small and innocent-looking. Like it hadn’t already torn my life apart.I sat down slowly, my heart beating hard enough to make my hands shake.“Okay,” I whispered. “One more time.”The password box stared back at me. Cold. Patient. Her name.Not my mother’s real name. Not the one on documents. Not the one she used with the world.The name she used with me. I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting my head rest against the chair. I let myself drift, not into logic, not into fear, but into memory.I was five. Maybe six. Sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging my legs while my father cooked. My mother stood behind me, brushing
Naomi's POVIt was as if they would go to wipe me out. I didn’t sleep that night. The slightest sound seemed to be a threat.The window was being blown by the wind. Somewhere down the elevator was whirring along. I held my phone in my hand until dawn when the screen was black but so full of what it had already revealed to me. By morning terror had become colder and sharper. Anger. When the knock came, I was filling the coffee. Three slow taps. Cool, simply composed and cool. I was aware that it was Asher before I opened the door. He was standing in a black coat, his hair cut off, his face prudent and anxious. Too tender, as though it were a mask that was merely thrown on.You did not come home last night, you see, he said in an affable way. I stepped aside to let him in. “I needed space.”He made a nod, as though that response pleased him. He entered my apartment as though he was part of it and he was scanning every corner of the room without looking conspicuous. Noticing ever
Naomi's POVI hear the words of my mom reverberating in my head as I stand there caught between the desire to yell and the need to cry.Had you heard what was, you wouldn’t like me evermore.“Then why won’t you tell me?” My voice was scarcely keeping together. Why can you say so, and cease?Elaina comes back to me again, with her arms around her, as she is cold. The city lights beyond lighten her face in soft shadows, yet I may be able to see her jaw tighten.I have had enough to say, she says.No, you have not, I say getting nearer. You have said enough to rip me up.She doesn’t turn around. That is worse than the way she would have screamed at me.You believe it is more kind being silent, I continue, now shaking my hands. “But it’s not. It never was. You left, Mom. You disappeared. I spent the entirety of my life blanking you in. And now you are standing here, and you tell me that you are one of the secrets of my dad, and you even will not tell me why?Her shoulders are slowly risin












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