The Billionaire’s Plus Size Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 165

Olivia pov;"Are you still staring at those spreadsheets, Olivia? The sun went down few hours ago," Sophia said, pushing open my office door and setting a steaming paper cup of black coffee on the corner of my desk.I blinked, tearing my eyes away from the glowing monitor where three columns of financial data flashed in bright blue and white. I rubbed my tired eyes with the back of my hand and looked up at Sophia."I'm just making sure every single number is airtight," I answered, my voice tight with nervous energy. "Victor Hale and the board won't just glance at this presentation. They are going to examine every line item for the Chief of Staff evaluation tomorrow morning."Sophia pulled up a chair across from my desk, resting her hands on her knees. Her warm hazel eyes studied my face with quiet understanding. "You saved the company's northern logistics division from collapsing, you restructured executive operations, and you survived a public trial while managing a multi-million-do

Ethan pov;"Are you entirely certain about this, Ethan?" Victor Hale's voice called out from the doorway just before I pulled the heavy mahogany doors shut behind me.I turned around in the carpeted hallway, keeping my face completely calm as I looked at the Chairman of the Board. "I am certain, Victor. The decision belongs to you and the directors.""It's unorthodox for a CEO to walk out of a leadership review," Victor noted, narrowing his eyes slightly over his silver-rimmed glasses."It's necessary," I answered, my voice steady. "Let the board judge her record on its own merits."Victor gave a slow, respectful nod and stepped back inside the room, pulling the thick wooden doors closed.The heavy latch clicked into place with a sharp, final sound, sealing off the boardroom from the rest of the executive floor.I stood alone in the quiet hallway for a moment, adjusting the cuffs of my crisp white shirt. Then, I turned and walked toward the glass railing overlooking the lower stories o

Olivia pov;We took the private executive elevator down to the underground parking garage in comfortable silence. The garage was cool and dim, echoing with the faint sound of water dripping near the far wall. Ethan's black town car was parked in its usual spot, the engine idling with a low, steady hum. The driver stepped out immediately, pulling the rear door open for us.I slid into the soft leather backseat, resting my briefcase carefully on the floor by my feet. Ethan climbed in beside me,closing the door with a solid, muffled thud.As the car glided out of the underground garage and merged into the evening traffic of the Kingsbridge District, I turned my head to look out the window. The streets of Riverton were alive with the end-of-day rush. Yellow cabs honked their horns, pedestrians in heavy coats hurried across the crosswalks toward the subway stations, and glowing neon store signs flickered on against the darkening concrete facades.The car climbed the bridge leading away fro