My AI Girlfriend’s Secret Affair
Goodtale
The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice.
She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard.
It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance.
"Dylan, is this your girlfriend?"
More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent.
Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up.
She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red.
"Dylan, last month in the break room, I heard you say it," she stammered, her voice trembling, "You said if you sent your girlfriend to Mr. Mitchell's hotel room, that director promotion would be yours. I thought you were just making a sick joke. I had no idea you'd actually go through with it."
Benjamin stepped out from the shadow of the projector screen, his face hardened with righteous anger.
"I’m a married man," he declared, adjusting his jacket as he scanned the room, "I shut her down on the spot. I have ethics, people."
Audrey never broke eye contact with me, completely ignoring her husband's speech.
"Are you going to explain yourself," she asked, her voice dropping an octave, "or should I do it for you?"
My mind went completely blank.
The side profile, the jawline, the soft sweep of hair—it was undeniably my girlfriend.
Except there was one massive problem.
How on earth did my digital, code-based AI girlfriend end up as the CEO's lover?