All Chapters of A private deal with the billionaire ceo: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

(Emma's POV)It’s strange watching someone walk away and feeling like a piece of you goes with them, even when you barely know them.That was how I felt as I stood there in front of my apartment, staring at the business card in my hand long after Damon disappeared around the corner. His name Damon Reeves was printed in clean, bold letters above a number. No company, no title. Just like him; composed, mysterious, and impossible to read.I should’ve gone inside immediately, but I didn’t. I stood there for a moment longer, trying to make sense of the knot in my chest. He wasn’t supposed to mean anything to me. He was just a stranger who’d helped me once and whose jacket I’d returned. But still… something about him lingered.When our hands touched as I handed back his coat, it was like déjà vu. I felt a spark that shouldn’t have meant anything but it did. It unsettled me. I didn’t even know why.Maybe it was just gratitude. Maybe I was being silly.Still, as I turned the card over in my f

(Emma's POV)Thinking back to the interview later that day, it still felt like a dream. A miracle that others could only wish for.It felt strange sitting across from Damon Reeves, especially in his office. Everything about it was so pristine and modern that I was scared to even breathe wrong. The walls gleamed with quiet authority, lined with dark shelves filled with thick files and subtle touches of wealth that didn’t try too hard to impress but still did.I sat stiffly on the leather chair, my palms flat on my knees, trying not to fidget while Damon leaned back in his seat with that quiet kind of control that made it impossible to look away. He didn’t even have to speak to command a room. Just existing seemed enough.When he finally did speak, his voice was low and even, yet it carried something… deliberate. “You asked what kind of work you’d be doing,” he said, resting his elbows on the desk. “You’ll be starting as an intern in our new food production sector. Reeves Enterprises re

(Emma's POV)When I first walked through the glass doors of Reeve Corporation, I felt like I had stepped into a world that wasn’t meant for me.The lobby gleamed with polished marble floors, towering ceilings, walls of glass that let in sunlight so bright it almost hurt to look at. Everything about the place screamed money. The kind of money that didn’t just buy comfort but commanded power.I clutched my small purse tightly, afraid that if I even breathed too hard, I’d break something I couldn’t afford.The receptionist looked up from her desk and gave me a practiced smile. “Good morning. Can I help you?”I cleared my throat. “Um, I’m here to see Mr. Reeves. I’m… starting today.”The woman’s eyes flickered with surprise, then curiosity. “Name?”“Emma Calder.”Her perfectly lined brows lifted slightly. She typed something on her computer, then nodded. “Of course. Someone will escort you up.”Her tone had changed to something more polite, but cautious. I couldn’t help noticing how her e

(Emma’s POV)It had been two weeks since I started working at Reeve’s Enterprises, and I was still struggling to find my rhythm. Every morning I told myself that today would be different, that I’d finally catch up, finally stop feeling like an imposter sitting in a seat meant for someone far more qualified. But the truth was, each day felt like another tightrope walk over a chasm of self-doubt.I had been assigned to the food production division, a bustling department with enough moving parts to make my head spin. Numbers, client lists, complaint reports, logistics chains… it was an entire world I knew nothing about. Damon had called it training, but right now, it felt more like a test of endurance.Earlier that morning, my team had gathered in one of the glass conference rooms for a short discussion about our current assignment which was on customer feedback initiative that aimed to test a small sample of the new products before their official release. Everyone had their laptops open

I was starting to notice things about him — small things that I shouldn’t have, considering he was technically my boss.The way he worked late into the night, long after everyone else had gone home. The way he scribbled precise notes in the margins of reports, his handwriting sharp and neat, like his thoughts. The way he skipped meals, living on caffeine and the occasional protein bar.It wasn’t something I paid attention to at first. But the more time I spent at Reeve Enterprises, the harder it became not to notice Damon Reeves.Maybe it was because he had this quiet gravity to him — the kind that made people stand straighter when he entered a room. Or maybe it was because, no matter how intimidating he seemed, there was a subtle softness underneath all that steel. I’d seen it once or twice. A ghost of a smile.Still, he was my employer, and I was an intern who barely understood what half the charts in our reports meant. The distance between us was wide, and I had no business bridgin