Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Untamed Possession: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The moment Jessica stormed out of the office, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor, I let out a long, shaky sigh. My fingers were clenched under the desk, and I hadn’t even realized it.She had pushed me to my limit today. Again.“She thinks she runs the place,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head.Jessica, the senior assistant, had been on my back since day one questioning my every move, belittling my ideas in front of others, and pretending to be helpful when all she really wanted was for me to fail.Earlier that afternoon, she’d barged into my workspace, slamming a folder onto my desk."Fix this proposal," she snapped. "The boss doesn’t tolerate sloppy work."I had worked on that file for hours. It wasn’t sloppy, it was detailed and well thought-out. But before I could even defend myself, she walked off with a fake smile plastered on her face, as if she’d done me some kind of favor.I wanted to scream. But I didn’t. I just sat still and swallowed the frustration

The next morning arrived far too quickly. I barely had time to process everything that had happened the night before the dancing, the drama, and... Ethan. After finishing some tasks at work, I decided to grab a coffee at the small café just across from the office. The place was cozy and quiet, with the soft hum of conversation and the smell of roasted beans in the air. I ordered my drink and found a seat by the window. To my surprise, Ethan walked in a few minutes later, casually dressed and looking far too fresh for someone who had carried a drunk girl into a taxi the night before. He spotted me instantly and came over with a grin. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said, taking the seat across from me without waiting for an invitation. I gave him a playful look. “Don’t tell me you’re following me.” He laughed. “No, no. I swear this place has the best cappuccino. Pure coincidence.” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re full of coincidences lately.” He shrugged, that same easy smile tugg

As I walked out of my office, I noticed the staff scurrying around the corridors, the tension in the air unmistakable. With only a few hours left before the board meeting and key investors arriving, the entire department looked like it was walking on a tightrope.But that didn’t mean mistakes would be tolerated.“Why are those documents still not arranged in the boardroom?” I snapped at one intern standing frozen near the printer. He flinched and quickly started gathering the files. I didn’t wait for a response. “You were told yesterday to have everything ready. One mistake today and you can hand over your ID card on the way out.”He nodded rapidly, too terrified to speak.I turned toward the operations team. “Call facilities and make sure the refreshments are set up exactly ten minutes before the board members arrive. I don’t want them walking into a room that smells like burnt coffee or unprepared nonsense. Got it?”“Y-Yes, sir!” one of the junior staff said, tripping over her words

After the meeting, Sean and I walked side by side down the hallway. The moment felt surreal. I still couldn’t believe I had just presented my proposal in front of the board and received applause. It felt like a dream.“You did well,” Sean said in his usual deep, calm voice. “Finish the rest of the design sketches quickly. I’ll have the company form a new project team. Once the designs are finalized, we’ll move ahead with the launch.”I looked up at him, stunned. “That fast?”He nodded. “The board liked the idea. Time is money, Evelyn. We can’t afford to fall behind.”I bit my lip to stop the smile that was creeping onto my face. “I won’t let you down.”“I know,” he replied without hesitation, then walked off to take another call, already back in his cold, focused mode.I returned to my desk with a racing heart. Everything felt different now like my hard work was finally paying off. I pulled out my sketchbook and started working again, my fingers moving quickly, fueled by adrenaline an

The soft rustling of paper and the scratch of my pencil were the only sounds in the room. I sat at my desk, completely focused, surrounded by sketches, fabric samples, gemstone charts, and reference books. My fingers were stained with pencil smudges, and my hair was pulled into a loose bun with strands falling messily around my face. I didn’t care. I was too deep into my work to notice anything else.Every line I drew carried meaning. Every curve and angle told a story. Since the board had approved my proposal, my entire world had changed. I wasn’t just a background assistant anymore. I was the designer behind the company’s upcoming collection. That thought alone still felt unreal.I had spent the last few days reading everything I could, books on gemstones, color theory, and famous designers from history. I visited high-end stores in my free time, just to quietly admire the way some designs spoke without saying a word. I wasn’t copying. I was learning. I was growing. And most of all,