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Amelia's POV An email address and a phone number suddenly flashed across the screen.My mouth nearly hung wide open. Gasps rippled through the audience because everyone knew it wasn't a demo account. It belonged to a user.The engineer's face drained of color. He immediately closed the window and tried logging in again but another user's information appeared.This time, it was worse. There was a name and part of a private account profile.My fingers tightened around the tablet. Someone behind me whispered, “what the hell?”The lewd engineer immediately signaled for the presentation to be paused. People began moving around the stage and engineers rushed toward the laptops. One of the project managers grabbed his phone and started making calls.The investors were no longer whispering. They were watching. And Grey…Grey stood up with his eyes fixed on the screen.“Is this happening on the live build?” I heard one of the engineers ask.“Yes.” Another replied in a panicked voice.“Then k

Amelia’s POVEven beneath the dim hallway lights, I could see him clearly.Grey.I could smell the familiar, masculine scent of his cologne before I could even process the fact that he was standing right in front of me. His sky-blue eyes were fixed on mine, hard and unyielding, as if I had committed some unforgivable crime.He was still wearing the same clothes from the office.For a moment, I couldn't understand what he was doing here.Shouldn't he have been somewhere celebrating the successful app launch?The silence between us stretched. Neither of us moved. But inside me, everything was anything but still.My heart thudded painfully against my ribs, and I had to remind myself to breathe. The tension rolling off him seemed to fill the narrow hallway, leaving barely enough room for me to think.He was only a few inches away. Far too close to me.I swallowed and forced myself to steady my breathing.“So you kept your identity hidden all this time while you were still coming close to

Amelia's POVThat was when I finally understood what Grey meant when he said, See you at work tomorrow.He transferred me because he wanted me to work directly under him as his secretary.Oh, Christ.What the hell was he trying to do?I stared at the director, waiting for him to tell me this was some kind of misunderstanding. But he didn't.“Wow,” Cameron finally said, breaking the silence. She looked just as stunned as the rest of us. “That was quite fast.”The director sighed.“He says you need to take the day off and start tomorrow.”My stomach twisted.Tomorrow? Just like that?I had barely started feeling comfortable here. For the first time since joining the company, I had people who actually respected me. And now Grey was taking all of that away.My chest tightened as irritation began to simmer beneath my skin. I knew he was the CEO. I knew he had the authority to move employees around if he wanted to.But did he really have to do this?Did he have to pull me away from the one

Amelia's POV I was minding my own business, moving from one rack to another and picking out clothes that wouldn't cost too much.The prices were ridiculous. I kept putting the more expensive pieces back, even though some of them were exactly the kind of clothes Grey probably expected me to wear now.I wasn't about to go on a shopping spree with his money just because he'd handed me a black card.Then my phone chimed in my hand. I glanced down and saw a credit alert from Brentwood Technologies followed by another notification. It was a message from Grey.«Your paycheck for working for R Innovation. Use it wisely.»I stared at the message for a few seconds before rolling my eyes.Why wouldn't I use my money wisely when I want a millionaire like him?I locked my phone and slipped it back into my bag before continuing through the racks.I had just picked up another blouse when a sudden commotion near the entrance caught my attention.People started whispering. Some were even taking pictu

Grey’s POV“My father said you’d be here, so I came to see you off,” Amanda said, standing beside me as we watched the plane taxi toward the runway.“You didn’t have to come.” My eyes stayed on the plane. I barely had the patience to stand there, let alone listen to her.“Yes, I did.” She nodded. “I remember back in the days when you used to go on business trips. I—”“Amanda.”I cut her off before she could finish.She went quiet.I rubbed a hand over my jaw, already wondering where the hell Amelia was. If she were here, I wouldn’t have to stand around listening to Amanda drag up memories I had no interest in revisiting.Amanda turned to me.I looked back at her, my expression flat.“You need to go home,” I said. “I appreciate you coming to see me off, but it wasn't necessary.”Her lips parted, ready to argue, but a familiar voice came from behind us.“Mr. Grey.”I turned.Amelia was rolling her suitcase toward me, slightly breathless, a few strands of hair falling around her face. “