All Chapters of MY ONE-NIGHT STAND BOSS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ANDREA’S OFFICEAndreas returned to the opened file on his desk and continued the work the cancelled meeting had interrupted. He marked a discrepancy in the latest cost projection, adjusted the corresponding note, and moved to the next page. The office remained quiet around him. The remaining tasks required the same measured attention he gave every other unfinished item.His phone lit up on the desk.MOM.The name alone altered the set of his shoulders. He set the pen down, exhaled once through his nose, and answered on the second ring.“Mother.”“Son… you’ve been in that building since dawn again, haven’t you?” Her voice carried the familiar mix of warmth and quiet accusation, the tone she had used since he was a boy who stayed too long at his desk. “Have you eaten anything that isn’t coffee?”“I ate.”“Properly?”He leaned back in the chair. “Enough.”A soft sound of disbelief came through the line. “You always say that. And you never sleep enough either. Your father used to pretend

MO FAMILY HOUSE The household shifted toward the dining area as evening settled. Voices rose and fell while dishes were carried in and chairs pulled into place. Relatives drifted from the main rooms toward the long table, the earlier scattered conversations tightening into a single gathering.Someone near the head of the table glanced at the empty place still waiting.“Andrien isn’t here yet.”Aiden, already seated with easy posture, lifted his glass in a small mock toast. “Fashionably late, as usual. He’s probably saving a life or signing something important. Or both at the same time.”A few soft laughs moved around the table. Amelia’s gaze flicked toward the entrance once more. Authur remained silent, attention on the arrangement of the place settings.Seconds later, footsteps sounded in the hallway. Andrien Mo Ting stepped into the room with the composed presence that had always set him slightly apart from both of his brothers. He offered a brief, apologetic incline of his h

ANNA'S FAMILY HOUSE Anna sat at the small kitchen table after the shop had closed. The temporary arrangement with the loan company had stopped the immediate threat, but the full amount still sat on the paper in front of her. Mama folded the same scarf again and again. Papa stood near the doorway with his arms crossed, eyes on the floor.“We need a real plan,” Anna finally spoke. She turned the notebook so they could see the columns. “This is what I take home after tax. Amyra’s school fees and the next hospital visit come out first. After that, I can put eight thousand toward the debt every month. If both of you can add another four thousand from the shop, we will be saving twelve thousand every month. It is not everything, but it is consistent. It gives us a clear number instead of waiting for the next emergency.”Mama shook her head at once. “Eight thousand is too much. You have a child. Medical bills. Transport. Food. Uniforms. The small things that appear without warning. That

ANDREA'S OFFICE Andreas closed the door to the small conference room and set the security folder on the table. The Legal officer and the head of Security sat opposite him. Neither spoke first. The air in the room held the usual weight of late-day reports, but the subject on the table made it heavier.“Walk me through the access again,” Andreas said.The security opened the log and turned it so the time stamps faced him. “The credential registered under Ms. Li’s name was used at 11:47 p.m. Building entry records show she left at 7:14 p.m. She did not return that night. Badge activity, elevator logs, and the parking record all match. The session lasted four minutes and opened only the restricted Eco-City package. No other files.”Legal added, “No download. No forward. No print command. Just open and close. It looks like someone testing whether the credential still worked rather than someone trying to extract material.”Andreas’ fingers rested on the edge of the folder. The metal co

ANNA'S OFFICEThe next morning, Anna got to her office and opened the Eco-City massing file to work on it. For a second everything looked normal, then the numbers on the east-tower setback shifter under her eyes. A dimension she had locked two days earlier now sat half a meter off. The same folder, same path, same morning routine but everything now looked different. A secondary note she had never written appeared in the revision log, timestamped under her own credentials at 9:14 the previous night.She had left the building at 6:40.Her hand stilled on the mouse. She opened the full history and scrolled line by line. Three more quiet changes sat in the log small enough to look like ordinary corrections, large enough to create a pattern if anyone reviewed the file later. Each one carried her name. Each one had been made while she was at home with Amyra, the laptop closed on the kitchen table, the shop already locked for the night.She closed the model, opened a new incident note,