All Chapters of My Love, My Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

I stood outside the big boardroom door, my heart pounding like a storm in my chest. I wasn’t sure if this was about winning or proving I belonged. My presentation—sharp, clear, and strong—waited on the table inside, ready to speak for me.Mira appeared next to me, her hair tied in a neat bun, her pantsuit smooth and perfect. She looked calm, like a still lake, and checked her shiny watch. Her blue eyes met mine, serious and steady. “Are you ready?” she asked.“I’m ready,” I said, though my throat felt dry as sand. I straightened my blazer, smoothing it with shaky hands. Mira nodded, her movement small and sure. “Don’t try to make them feel bad,” she said. “Show them they need you.” I nodded back, quick and firm.Mira pushed open the heavy door, and the room went quiet, like everyone held their breath.Inside, eight important people sat around a shiny black table that gleamed under bright lights. There was Interim Chair Delaney, arms crossed tightly, her face stern. T

I sat in a small, dim clinic room, my heart racing with urgency, like a fire burning inside me. Papers and folders were scattered around, filled with medical notes and scratchy audio transcripts, their edges worn like old secrets. Dr. Patel, the memory doctor, flipped through his notes, his glasses glinting under the faint light. “These are Cazien’s words from his sessions,” he said, his voice calm but careful. “We didn’t pull them out—we pieced them together.”He looked up, his eyes kind but serious. “He said ‘Raina Cole’ in six out of seven memory flashes. His feelings were strong.” My chest tightened, like a rope pulling hard. “He knows you existed,” he said. I leaned forward, my voice low. “He needs more,” I said. “Give me the older scans, the unedited words, with dates and names.” He shook his head, his face heavy. “Those are locked—only legal papers can open them.” I wouldn’t give up. “I’ll get those papers,” I said, my voice firm. He looked away, his fingers tapping nervo

Mira jumped to her feet, her boots thumping on the glass floor, her voice sharp like a whip. “Stop pretending,” she said, glaring at Margot. “We know Elise stole Cazien’s memory files. We know you picked the clinic doctor without saying he was family. We’re not fools.”Elise rolled her eyes, her lips curling. “Oh, please,” she said, her voice dripping with scorn. Mira turned to Margot, her face fierce. “You erased six weeks of his memories,” she said. “You gave him drugs to keep him foggy, then blamed Raina for the leak.”Margot’s eyes narrowed, cold as ice. “Do you have proof of these lies?” she asked, her voice smooth but dangerous. Declan stood, his wrinkled suit rustling, and slid a folder down the shiny table, its pages whispering. “We do,” he said. “Logs, timestamps, computer addresses. Elise used her home and office systems to sneak into the secure server with a hidden account.”Elise’s mouth opened, then snapped shut, her face pale. Margot leaned back, her eyes l

I stepped out of the boardroom, the heavy doors closing behind me with a soft thud, like a judge’s gavel. The hallway was too quiet, its clean glass walls and bright white lights feeling cold and empty, like they carried silent judgments. I pushed my glasses up my nose, the folder under my arm heavy with secrets, pressing against my side like a shield. Cazien stood just past the double doors, his eyes finding mine instantly, warm and steady, saying thank you without words. I nodded back, my stomach twisting, knowing this moment had changed everything.We walked down the shiny steel-and-concrete corridor, our footsteps soft, like whispers on the polished floor. He didn’t touch me, but the air between us sparked, warm and close, like I could feel his heartbeat through my skirt. “I needed you in there,” he said softly, his voice low, like a secret shared in the dark. I kept my eyes forward, my heart racing. “Thank you for coming back to life,” I said, my words quiet but heavy.