All Chapters of Entangled To The CEO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jake’s [POV] “Daddy,” Noah called, as he ran into my room. “How do I look?” I turned to him and smiled at the outfit he had chosen. He had picked his favorite pair of jeans, a t-shirt with Batman on the front of it, and a little blazer-style jacket that I’d bought ages ago knowing he would grow into it. I noticed that he had even combed his hair. “Wow,” I said, nodding in approval. “You look better than I do.” “You look like James Bond,” Noah said. I gave him a wink. “That was the idea,” I nodded. “I have to make sure she can’t say no.” “No?” he repeated, with a frown. “No to what?” “You’ll see,” I said cryptically. “What’s the time?” “Daddy,” he said, sounding annoyed at me. “I can’t tell time.” “What?” I teased. “You’re off to college next month; you should be able to tell time.” “Daddy,” Noah said again, giggling slightly. “I’m not going to college.” “No?” I asked. “You sure?” “Uh-huh,” he nodded. “I don’t want to go to college.” I raised my eyebrows and turned to him.

——-///BILLIONAIRES HOOK UP///——- Tasha’s [POV] My heart bounced up into my throat when the phone rang. The product launch had started slow, but the last I heard, the server had crashed. It was supposed to be good news so many people bought the application that we'd been overwhelmed but it was my responsibility to smooth everything out. I wasn't sure I could take one more wrinkle. I pressed down the creases on my pencil skirt and answered the phone. "Tasha Nichols." "Ms. Nichols, I'm Amy. I'm the assistant the temp agency sent over?"Her nervous voice ended everything on a high, shaky note. I ground my teeth. Another junior executive had poached my assistant.Over the last two years, a pattern had emerged: I trained my assistants, made them capable and efficient, and then one of my male counterparts would entice them away. Now it seemed I had a new, temporary assistant every few weeks. "Yes, Amy, is there something you need? I'm not due into the office for another thirty minute

Rainer’s [POV] I watched Tasha Nichols march out of the elevator and stride off down the office hallway. Hyperion Industries was a huge corporation, so it shouldn't have bothered me that I didn't know where her office was before today. The detail that struck me was the direction she took to get there. All the junior executives had offices on the same floor despite our varied department focuses. It was meant to make us feel like a larger team, in charge of the masses on the multiple floors below. Our floor was supposed to be an equalizer, but as I watched Tasha go, I realized how obvious the hierarchy was structured. Junior executives who fit the part sucked up to the higher-ups and played the game all had offices on the east side of the building, overlooking San Francisco Bay. Those who weren't as highly favored had their offices facing the gray behemoth building on the west side. No wonder I hardly ever ran into Tasha; her office was on the far west side of the floor. Geor

Rainer’s [POV] James laughed and wrapped an arm around my neck. "I bet you do. That explains why I saw you with supermodels on each arm last night. Oh, and here, that's the number for my tailor. He'll set you up with a suit even if you have to put it on a payment plan." I took the card and slipped it into my suit pocket. James was a braggart, but he had an enviable taste and no end of high-society connections. He was just the buddy I needed to give me access to the best investment bankers. Whatever change I made from the GroGreen app was going right into high-return investments. It was time to close the financial gap between me and my brother. "Trust me, Rainer, you won't regret it. Hey, I was just swinging in to congratulate you on the press conference. Bang-up job. Next time you might want to pause longer before you answer the questions. Don't want to seem too slick," James said. "Isn't that what I told you about those rich debutantes you were after last night?" I asked. "You bu

Tasha’s [POV] "Tasha, over here." Rainer stood up and gestured to the open seat. The whole team glanced up, and I had no choice. My department managers and team members made a path as I scooted around the long conference table toward Rainer. He smiled, and I felt another bloom of heat. I swore I told Amy to turn down the conference room thermostat before the meeting started. That many people packed into one room made everyone hot. Warm, I meant warm. Not hot. Rainer Maxwell was not hot. At least not to me. I took a deep breath and tried to stop my babbling thoughts. This was my meeting, and it already looked like I answered Rainer. I had to make sure to get the upper hand. "Here. Looks like this seat is for you," Rainer said. He pulled out the office chair and held out his hand. I pulled back my stack of reports and set them down on the long table myself. Dozens of curious eyes watched us. I couldn't believe it. Rainer was using chivalry to take control of the meeting. He l