FINDING MY MR RIGHT
“And you… you’re already on the CEO’s bad side. He doesn’t tolerate women on his floor. If you last a week, consider it a miracle.”
Luna’s chest tightened, the weight of his words pressing down on her. Doubt pricked her mind, but she forced her chin up. I can’t back down now.
“The 60th floor is the CEO’s office. Don’t keep him waiting,” Noah warned.
Inside the elevator, Luna and Trevor exchanged small smiles, introducing themselves. Their voices were polite, but beneath the surface, both were anxious about stepping into the lion’s den.
When the elevator doors opened, Luna gasped softly. The 60th floor wasn’t just an office—it was a statement. Everything gleamed with precision, luxury, and a
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