Chapter 2 Harassment, Professionally Done

After that, I stopped paying attention to the male intern and headed straight to the CEO's office with the documents in my arms.

Cassian never closed his door. Usually, he would respond almost immediately after he heard me knock on his door. Oddly enough, I received no response this time. Instead, I found him sitting at his desk, writing something with a dark, brooding look on his face.

Still, the sight of him made my heart skip a beat. 'He looks so handsome. So dangerous. God, I want to kiss him.'

Before I could finish the thought, Cassian finally noticed someone in the office. He looked up impatiently, probably about to yell at them. However, his expression softened the moment he saw it was me. "Yes, Ms. Rhodes?"

I stared at his thin lips, beating down the restless urge in my chest to give in to temptation. Then, I said calmly, "Mr. Knox, it's time for your meeting."

He nodded, casually crumpled the paper he had just written on, and tossed it into the trash before getting up to leave.

Once he was completely out of sight, I glanced through the blinds to check on Andrew. When I saw that he was still buried in his work, I immediately dropped the act, strode over, and fished the crumpled paper out of the trash with precision.

I unfolded it. The handwriting was sharp and forceful, a single line written clearly enough to send a jolt of excitement through me.

"Why can't your smile belong to me alone?"

'Ah, that… feels familiar. Cassian… He might be a possessive psychopath as well…'

The realization immediately put an extra spring to my step.

I had been worried about scaring him off, but now that we were clearly cut from the same cloth, there was no need for me to hold back anymore.

…

That very night, I used a burner account to hack into Cassian's social media and forced him to add me. Then, I launched a full-scale harassment campaign.

I had my reasons for using an alternate account. One of them was that it would allow me to control the tempo of the hunt as I saw fit. If Cassian wasn't interested in me, then I could still stay right by his side… as his secretary.

In short, it was a very meticulously planned strategy. Nevertheless, I couldn't exactly say that the messages I sent him from that account were restrained.

"Baby, I really want to be your pen, so I can be held in your hand."

"The red tie you wore today was so hot, baby. But… it would be even better if it wasn't tied around your neck and somewhere else instead."

"Baby, baby, baby…"

Despite the slew of unhinged messages I sent him, Cassian only replied twice—once with a question mark, and the other with a curt, "Get lost."

I took a screenshot of that "Get lost," printed it out, and added it to my collection of Cassian-related memorabilia. The more I looked at it, the more satisfied I felt.

On the other hand, Cassian didn't seem to be doing so well, for he seemed noticeably more gloomy the next day when he realized he couldn't get rid of my alternate account.

'Oh, how I love making sullen guys cry. No, wait, focus!' I said inwardly.

"Mr. Knox, could you repeat that?" I snapped back to attention and asked.

"I'll send you an ID later," he repeated grimly. "Have the tech department take care of it."

"Understood."

That same day, I dutifully made a trip to the tech department and did… absolutely nothing. Then, I came back to report to Cassian. "Mr. Knox, the tech department said they can't handle it. Is there a problem with that ID? I know a bit about computers. I might be able to help."

Cassian met my earnest gaze before quickly looking away, clearing his throat a little awkwardly. "Mm… forget it. It's not that important."

"I see."

'Well, if you're not going to deal with it, then don't blame me for going even further,' I thought.

After that, I not only sent him obsessive, unfiltered confessions from my burner account, but also started mixing in the occasional outright declaration.

"Baby, I love you so much. Won't you be my puppy?"