Crossover Eats Novels & Stories

I shrieked. Mr. Cocky sat on the armchair calmly, looking at me, an unreadable expression on his face. What the hell is he doing here? I suddenly wished the ground could open up and swallow me. “Oh, I really wanted to warn you,” Sasha's nauseating voice came behind me. “The CEO of the Golden Hen corporation is here, in a meeting with the boss.” “He's…..the CEO?”