All Chapters of Don't Fall For Mr. Hart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Countless all-nighters spent by the books, countless hours spent on learning law, economy, and politics, and here I was—sitting on a freaking tree in the middle of the night. After years of dreaming of becoming an investigative journalist, I—Charlotte Madison—was now forced to turn into a pervert while hunting for scandalous pictures of the new-rising actress Angelica Butterfly. She was suspected of dating congressmen, and getting a picture of her and any known politician was my current assignment. It was the hot stuff that my editor-in-chief would kill for, and he would definitely kill me if I didn't get him what he wanted. Certainly, this so-called assignment was wrong in more ways than I could count, not to mention that I was violating close to a dozen legal rules. Unfortunately, for my bosses at the Bombshell News—one of the worst New York tabloids—the law was meaningless while sales meant everything. Since I sucked at invading other people's privacy, this crappy task was my fina

Naturally, we weren't invited to the funeral reception. Instead, we planned a little reception for the three of us in my and Emily's apartment. We sat on the carpet, drinking wine, eating pizza and snacks, and reminiscing about Julienne. She should have been here with us. This wasn't supposed to be like this. Julienne wanted to be a respectful businesswoman; I was supposed to work hard to get my Pulitzer Prize; and Bastian... Well, he was the only one on the right track to make his dreams come true. Who would have thought that this skinny guy with always ruffled dark-blond hair and stormy-gray eyes would one day become a fine man? I couldn't help but stare at his bulging biceps as he folded his arms while talking to Emily. His shoulders grew broad and strong, and I could only imagine what the rest of his body under that tight black shirt looked like. Damn. I needed to snap out of it before the combination of wine and hormones made me do something incredibly stupid. "I can't believe t

While Bastian and Emily worked on my perfect job application, I studied everything related to Hart Global Corporation. As soon as I finished that part, I had to work on making my undercover identity reliable… "Law sucks!" I groaned, tossing one of Emily's old books as if I were trying to chase away a bad omen. "Do you actually understand any of it?" I asked her, and she laughed. "These are the basic paragraphs you learn during the first year. It's for you to memorize, not to understand," she explained. "You're kidding, right?" Bastian and I turned out to be quite unanimous in that matter. She snorted. "Hey, don't give me that look as if I murdered a puppy. It only makes sense once you memorize enough of them." I glared at her. "Are you trying to tell me that I will have to memorize your entire studies just to build myself a believable cover?!" She shrugged. "Your fake diploma doesn't say that you graduated with honors. If you don't know something, you can always laugh and tell th

My next day's preparation for work began at five o'clock in the morning. It didn't bother me; I couldn't sleep anyway. After filling my stomach with an extreme amount of caffeine, I was ready to begin my first-ever undercover assignment… or so I thought. I hated skirts. Why did I have to wear a skirt to work? I also hated wearing heels, but these three-inch monsters were currently bending my inexperienced feet at awkward and uncomfortable angles. My fisted-into-balls hands were hidden in the long sleeves of my well-tailored navy blazer, which also wasn't something I usually wore. My back had never been more straightened, nor had my chin been raised higher. Without a doubt, if stiffness had been a sport, I would have set a new world record with every step I took. A few rushed heartbeats later, I stood in front of one of the most impressive New York City skyscrapers, questioning my sanity, but it was too late to change my mind. I inched to the side and looked at my reflection in the mi

My heart thundered at a hectic pace for another thirty minutes. What the hell was that? Why did he have to hear the Glock 19 part?! Did he think I was some kind of expert on guns or something? Or was it his way to mock me? In my internal debate, I voted for the latter. I was almost certain that he had given me that documentation to test me and see how badly I would fail. Well, I was more than determined to prove him wrong. I let out a low groan as I read the first page of the description. Then something occurred to me. "Um… Agnes?" I raised two fingers like a student. She sighed and gave me a look. "Yes?" I walked over to her desk. "I was just curious... Mr. Hart gave us printed documents. Wouldn't it be easier to use a computer like normal people do?" She stared at me as if I were brainless, and she felt sorry for me. "You are new, so I will explain this to you, but I'm doing it only because if you fail, then I will have to do your job, and I don't want to stay overtime. Do you un