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Cedric looked at her plate and asked whether the kitchen had prepared enough food for everyone else after serving her. Several boys laughed. So did I. Then someone called her Fat Moon. I could not remember who said it first. Maybe Cedric. Maybe me. That almost made it worse. We had used the insult so often that its beginning had disappeared. Mary Ann had picked up her tray. Her face was red. She walked away. We laughed harder. At the time, Cedric Thorne had simply been another privileged Alpha heir trying to prove he belonged among boys who believed power meant deciding who deserved humiliation.

: GUESTS REACT TO GENEVIEVE LENNOX'S TRANSFORMATION ADAMS TECH UNDER PRESSURE AS STOCK PRICE FALLS AFTER GALA SCANDAL THE TRUTH BEHIND NORA ADAMS'S REPORTED DEATH: A FIVE-YEAR LIE UNRAVELS LENNOX GLOBAL BOARD PREPARES TO WELCOME GENEVIÈVE LENNOX AS ITS NEW CEO I shot up in bed and grabbed my phone from the bedside table, my eyes widening as I scrolled through the endless stream of articles, photographs, and videos. "Oh my God!" I scrambled out of bed and hurried toward the bathroom, nearly tripping over the edge of the rug in my haste.

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- CEO. Julie faints, again, second time this week, on floor of store, among 100 black hoop dresses that are now $27,500 real, not lie, plus $50K, plus $100K advance, total $177,500 from one email that was $0 this morning.

"Well, what do you think of our new CEO?" I picked up my fork. "He's terrifying." She laughed. "That's all?" "What else do you want me to say? That he's handsome? That his suits probably cost more than my rent? That I suspect he wakes up every morning and practices looking disappointed in humanity?" Helena burst out laughing. "You're terrible." "I prefer observant." I cut into my steak, and we both reached for our wine. The evening continued with speeches, conversations, and endless rounds of congratulations for our new CEO. Employees approached Zayden one after another to introduce themselves, shake his hand, and officially welcome him to the company.

It was a message from him. Adrian Sterling: The money is for any shopping or personal items you may need before the trip. We will also attend a business dinner after the contract meeting. Ensure you have suitable clothing for the occasion. You may use the funds for your preparations. I read the message once. Then again. Then I sat down very slowly. Twenty million dollars for shopping? Was he serious? I had spent the previous evening worrying about whether I could afford another ride home, and now my CEO had sent me enough money to change my circumstances overnight.

The girl on my lap let out a sharp shriek, scrambling off me in pure panic, leaving her lace panties behind as she sprinted into the dark corners of the VIP section. I slammed my glass onto the marble table, amber bourbon splashing over the edge as I stood up, smoothing the front of my expensive suit jacket while trying to blink away the harsh glare of the flashlights. "What the hell are you doing here?!" I growled, my voice booming over the music as the club owner desperately gestured for the DJ to cut the audio. "Do you have any idea who I am? I'm the financial director of St. Claire Global! Get those light beams out of my face!"

I sat up and put the phone on speaker. “There’s a problem.” “What kind of problem?” I frowned. “I found the records from the investigation that led to your divorce.” I removed the phone from speaker and placed it close to my ear. “Go on.” “The employee who supposedly stole Sterling Group’s confidential files was named Marcus Hale.” “Yes, I recall.” “I searched the employee database and he doesn’t exist.” I stared at the wall for a moment. “What do you mean he doesn’t exist?” “I mean there is no Marcus Hale in Sterling Group’s records. Not current records. Not archived records. Nothing.”

I became a trending topic online in the middle of the night after a Gen-Z employee complained about me, citing that I had blurred the lines of the company's working hours by implementing flexible hours. However, the truth was that it did not matter to me what time the employees started work, as long as they completed the standard working hours at the end of the month. Many netizens even reported me to the Department of Labor. When I was given the order to amend the company's working hours, I agreed right away. "Our company will take the feedback and change accordingly." After that, I texted the company's group chat. [In accordance with the request of the Department of Labor, our compa

I stared at the bastard in shock. He's the CEO of Grande Corps? He's...oh my God this is crazy, the prick that insulted me is sitting in front of me right now with "CEO Grande" inscribed in front of his desk. My eye went to his face and back to the name inscribed on the table. This is bullshit, real bullshit. I can't work under this prick of a guy. "Well, sit. What can I offer you? I must say you look sexy in that skirt. I've come to realize you look sexy in everything."