All Chapters of My boss ,The jerk I love : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Ravens & Co. was perched in the upper floors of 550 Madison Avenue, right in the heart of Midtown Manhattan. Two hours that’s how long it took me to get there from my apartment in Brooklyn. Two. Whole. Hours. That meant waking up at an ungodly hour, navigating a tangle of subway lines, and braving Manhattan’s pre-office chaos. I hadn’t even had time for coffee.But I couldn’t deny it that the building was stunning.Tall and gleaming under the early morning sun, it had to be at least twenty stories high. The sleek glass façade reflected the sky so perfectly.The entrance was wide and welcoming, with well-dressed employees flowing in and out like clockwork.As I stepped through the revolving doors, the soft sound of ambient music greeted me, calming and luxurious, like the kind you’d hear in a five-star spa. Of course, the interior was just as beautiful ,no, more beautiful.The reception hall was a masterpiece. The ceilings were impossibly high, adorned with crystal chandeliers that glit

I didn’t even bother knocking.I slammed open the glass door to Julian Salvatore’s office with the fury of a goddess, the folder clenched in my hand .He was standing by the bar in the corner of his office, pouring something that looked far too strong for ten a.m. probably whiskey. The man turned his head lazily, that same infuriatingly calm expression on his face.“Miss Eva,” he said, as if he’d been expecting me. “To what do I owe this abrupt appearance?”I marched in, slamming the folder on the bar in front of his face“I read your contract.”“Ah,” he said, taking a sip from his glass. “And?”“And?” I echoed, throwing the folder onto the nearest table. “And what the actual hell, Salvatore? ‘No red pens’? Weekend breaks? A drive of thirtyminutes for a lukewarm Americano?”He raised an eyebrow, walked over to his desk, and leaned against it, watching me like I was the most amusing thing he’d seen all day.“First of all its Mr Salvatore and are you saying you find the terms unreasonabl

“Yeah you’re making me a boy with luv ““Oh my my my ““Oh my my my “ I’d never thought luxury could feel so… cozy.It was Saturday morning, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t have to wake up at 4a.m. to cater to anyone. No suit to iron. No high heels to strap on. No Veronica. Just me, my fuzzy socks, and Jungkook’s vocals echoing through the ceiling speakers.“I’ve waited all my life .”“Ne jeonbuleul hamkke hago sip-eo”I belted out the lyrics to Buy with luv, completely off-key and entirely unapologetic, dancing through the living room of my brand-new apartment.Dancing wasn’t just something I did when no one was watching. It was muscle memory. Years of YouTube tutorials and stress-relief sessions had made me ridiculously good at it. Not to brag… but okay, I was bragging.I paused to catch my breath, brushing my curls out of my face as I grinned.This was freedom.This was me.And this apartment? It was everything15 Central Park West. The foyer opened into