《Claimed by the Cold CEO》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Nathan didn't say a word. But his expression said all that needed to be said. He turned his head slightly, and gave an unknown signal to the man who walked in with him. The man nodded at his gesture and stepped forward.“Please get your things and follow me out Sir”, he said addressing the intern who looked white as a ghost. A few silent gasps could be heard among the workers but nobody dared to voice out whatever they had in mind.The intern stood frozen for a second, holding the edge of the table like he needed it to support himself. His eyes flickered around the room like he was searching for someone; anyone to defend him.But everyone avoided his gaze. Mr Harrison, who was the man in authority just a few days back, was also silent.Nathan didn't look bothered. He watched with a cold expression as the intern shakily gathered his things and was escorted out by the man.His silence spoke louder than a raised voice ever could. And just like that, the message was passed across clearly

For a long moment Charlotte didn't move.She exhaled slowly letting the breath slip past her lips as she rested her forehead on her knees. Her pulse was still fast, like she hadn't fully processed that the knocking had stopped.It took almost a full minute before she finally pushed the blanket off her and stood up. Her feet felt numb from sitting too much, and she had to ease herself with another deep breath before walking towards the door.She opened it cautiously, with her hands trembling slightly.The hallway was empty, but laying neatly on the floor, almost intentionally; was an envelope. White and clean. With her name written in a handwriting she recognized as belonging to her landlord.She didn't need to open it, but she crouched anyway.Her fingers hovered over the envelope for a moment, as if touching it would make everything more real.Then she picked it up.She sighed softly, something between frustration and resignation, before she closed the door behind her and leaned on i

The clients were halfway to the door, murmuring among themselves, some shaking their heads, others checking their watches. The tension in the room was so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Charlotte’s chest tightened, a knot of panic forming at the base of her throat. Every eye in the room felt like it was burning into her.Then it suddenly hit her, like a freight train without brakes... The flash drive.Her pulse surged. She’d almost forgotten, she’d kept a backup of everything. Every file. Every slide. Every approved asset. Just in case. And now, for the first time that day, the tiniest spark of hope flickered.“Wait!” she called, her voice surprisingly steady, even as her hands shook. Heads snapped toward her, eyebrows raising in surprise. Nathan’s eyes narrowed, sharp as ever, but there was a trace of curiosity there.She pushed through the cluster of murmuring colleagues, her tablet clutched tightly to her chest. “I… I think I can fix this. I have all the correct files here!

“I’ve got this,” Charlotte whispered to her reflection, tilting her chin slightly. “I’ve done this before. I can do it again.” Her fingers traced the edge of her blouse as she repeated the words, letting them settle into her chest like armor. She had gone through four interviews this past week, each leaving her hopeful but unanswered. No call backs yet. But hope, stubborn as ever, refused to die.The clock on her nightstand glared back at her: 7:12 a.m. She had exactly fifty-eight minutes before the interview. Early, but not too early. Perfect. She exhaled, steadying herself, and gave her reflection one last nod. The shoes were set. The blazer fitted snugly. The dress pressed. Today would be different.By 7:45 a.m., she was in a cab, the city still rubbing sleep from its streets. The drive felt longer than usual, nerves twisting her stomach into knots. She glanced at the mirrored reflection of herself in the window; calm face, determined eyes. She wasn’t late. That counted.The buildi

Mornings at the office usually had a rhythm—predictable footsteps, soft chatter, the whir of machines warming up, and Charlotte arriving early enough to settle into her desk before the day swallowed her whole. But today, the moment she stepped through the glass doors, the energy was different. Tighter. Faster. Heavy with the kind of urgency that made everyone walk a little quicker and breathe a little shorter. Papers were being shuffled at an unnecessary speed, phones were already ringing, and the interns looked like they were preparing for war.Charlotte clutched her bag a bit tighter, her mind already racing. She had barely slept the night before; her body was present, but her head felt like she was still trying to catch up to the day. She had just placed her bag on her new desk when Matt walked by, looking unusually frazzled.“Morning,” Charlotte mumbled, sliding into her chair.Matt didn’t answer immediately. He leaned closer and whispered, “Nathan’s in one of his moods.”Her stom