All Chapters of MY ONE-NIGHT STAND BOSS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Anna's POV I knocked once.“Come in.”I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Andreas Mo Ting sat behind the wide desk, the city framed behind him in glass. He did not look up immediately. A set of printed drawings lay open in front of him, my preliminary notes on the Eco-City heat and water issues, the ones I had uploaded to the shared drive that morning.He turned a page with two fingers, then another.“Sit.”I sat, my notebook rested on my knees. I kept both hands flat on top of it so they would not move.He finally raised his eyes. The same controlled gaze from the interview. No greeting, no welcome.“Your initial approach to the heat island problem relies on reflective coatings and elevated corridors,” he said. “Explain the structural load increase.”I answered. My voice stayed even. I cited the weight calculations I had run the night before and the material specifications that kept the added load within acceptable limits.He listened without interruption. When I finished he

Anna's POV Two weeks later, I stood at the front of the small review room with my drawings pinned to the board.Andreas sat at the head of the table, two other architects flanked him. Mr. Kim stood near the wall with a tablet. No one spoke while I finished securing the last sheet. I aligned the edges carefully, then stepped back and turned to face them.“West Ridge Mixed-Use Redevelopment. Revised scheme.”I began with the heritage constraints that had defeated the previous teams. Instead of treating the protected façade as an obstacle, I had set the new structure three meters behind it and used a lightweight glass connector to create a public arcade. The move freed the original wall from structural load and gave the community the open ground-level space they had demanded. I moved to the next board and explained the stepped massing that reduced wind pressure on the upper floors while creating private terraces that also served as outdoor circulation. My voice stayed steady. My hands r

Anna's POV The document room door closed behind me with a soft click.I set the recovered plots on the counter and pressed both palms flat against the cool surface. The brief contact of his hand on my arm still registered, warmth, pressure, the automatic strength of it. I drew one slow breath, then another, until the tightness in my chest eased enough to move.I sorted the sheets by number, stacked them neatly, and returned to my desk. The open floor continued its quiet rhythm. No one commented on the collision. I opened the West Ridge file and forced my attention onto the revised lighting calculations.An hour later a message appeared on my screen.“Conference Room B. West Ridge coordination. Now”.I gathered the latest prints and walked the short corridor. Andreas was already seated at the head of the table with two structural engineers and one project manager. He glanced up once when I entered, then returned his eyes to the tablet in front of him.I took the remaining chair and la

Anna's POV I stepped through the glass doors of Mo Ting Global twelve minutes past the hour. My pulse sat high in my throat. The company’s rules on punctuality were not suggestions. Mr. Kim had made that clear on the first day, and every floor still moved as if those rules were written into the walls. I expected someone to stop me…a note, a look or a quiet summons. Instead the lobby continued its usual flow of people with passes and purpose. I kept my head level and walked toward the elevators, fingers tight around the strap of my bag. On the fifty-eighth floor, the Planning & Development Division was already working. People's working screens glowed, conversations stayed low. I moved through the open area toward the cluster of workstations that belonged to the Eco-City team and into the small office assigned to me as Assistant Architectural Director. The door closed behind me with a soft click. I set my bag down, sat, and opened the laptop before my hands could start to shake.

Anna's POV It was already after nine when I got home.The living room light was still on. Mama sat on the sofa with a folded scarf in her lap. Papa looked up from the small table where he had been sorting pharmacy receipts.“You’re late again,” Mama said, but her voice held no sharp edge.“The work ran long.” I set my bag down and loosened the top button of my blouse. “Everything is fine. The project is moving.”Papa nodded once. “Good. We’re proud of you.”Mama’s hands stilled on the scarf. “As long as you’re eating and sleeping a little.”“I am.” I gave them both a small smile that felt thinner than I intended. “I’m going to check on Amyra.”They did not stop me.I pushed her door open carefully. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the night-light she still needed. Amyra lay on her side, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting lightly over her chest the way she always slept. Her curls had spilled across the pillow. The yellow dress from the morning was folded