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he shared and even shrugged his shoulders. “I thought you just know bossing everyone around you in the company,” I said without even thinking about filters in my words. He barked out laughter. “How could you say that? I am still your boss!” I shrugged. “Well, I am your to-be-wife. I supposed I can get frank with you, right?” “Oh, you naughty wife,” I said. “I still cannot believe that everyone in the company has hatred towards me!”

"I don't have any patience for this shit show.” Macey rolled her eyes, clearly Pauline wasn't getting the hint. "Hello, boss. Pauline, meet Mr Chad Steele, I and Olivia's boss,” she said. “Are you kidding me? Boss?” Pauline laughed loudly, "Even after work hours, what sort of psychotic madman does that?" she challenged. Turning to her with a sneer, "What I do with her is not your business, over dressed little thing,” Chad spat. Pauline's eyes widened and she slammed the table. "How dare you?! How dare you try to ruin our night, you pompous prick, why should Olivia listen to you when she's not working tonight, huh?” She asked and pointed at him.

Storm: -__- I laughed at his reply while on my way to the kitchen to get some ice out. Alena: XD. This is literally your face 24/7 Mr. Storm: What about you? Your cheeks are always puffy, even if you get the slightest bit angry or upset. My nose flared in anger, and I immediately replied without thinking: Alena: FY Mr. Storm: Ahem. Are you forgetting I'm your boss? Alena: Sorry, sir :) Mr. Storm: …

Sloane stood on her side of the desk, chest heaving, face hot, watching the last page drift to the floor between them. Oh no. She'd just thrown a stack of documents at the CEO of PIERCE Group. In his office. With his name on the door. Declan Pierce sat perfectly, terrifyingly still. His eyes had gone the color of a deep-water current — dark and cold and moving under the surface in ways you couldn't track until it was too late. Fire me, she thought. Please. Just end it. "Go ahead," she said out loud, because apparently her self-preservation instinct had clocked out for the day. "Fire me. I'm ready. Do it."

She knocked again, shifting the files in her arms. As she waited for a response, her eyes flickered to a nearby reflective surface—and her stomach dropped. “Darn it. I forgot to change.” Panic bubbled in her chest. She had been in such a rush to escape the event that she was still in the evening gown her mother had forced her into. Not the professional look for delivering documents to her boss. Just as she turned to leave, the door suddenly swung open—abruptly, almost clumsily. Her boss stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, his sleeves messily rolled up, and—was that whiskey she smelled?

But all I could think about was the stupid book that ruined everything. Yeah, I still remembered it. Level Up My Cold CEO. What a ridiculous name. A cold CEO, a foolish secretary, betrayal, humiliation, and some weak-faced protagonist who still won in the end. I dropped it halfway because I couldn’t stand the secretary character. He was scheming, desperate, and pathetic—a perfect punching bag for the story. He betrayed the CEO, got caught, and ended up ruined. I hated that character. I hated how spineless he was, how he clung to a man who despised him. I even cursed him in the comments before deleting the app I had downloaded for inspiration.

“Your one-night stand is your stepfather?! You work for him? You live in the same house? Do you people live inside a soap opera?!” I buried my face in my free hand, laughing despite everything. “It gets worse. He’s been the world’s worst boss. Separate cars to work. Made me remake his coffee like five times. Called me clumsy after he caught me from falling.” Mia was fully losing it on the other end. “This is insane. Absolutely insane. Okay, walk me through it again because my brain is short-circuiting.”

"Cant you work, huh!" shouted a man with an arrogant face throwing a document at a young woman standing in front of him. "Sorry Boss. We can't reach that person. So, we replaced it with someone else,” the woman replied in a trembling voice. It was clear that she was scared. "You think it's worth publishing?" snapped the man called the boss. "I will replace again. We will try to find the person again, ”the woman replied, picking up a jumble of paper that her boss had thrown.

Nayel's fingers push against my core making me gasp into his mouth as he rubs my covered mound making me moan into his mouth as I press my fingers against the back of his neck then bite Nayel's lower lip earning a low groan from him. Suddenly a thought pops into my mind and before I can stop myself I'm pulling away as my head falls back laughing. Nayel squeezes my waist and looks at me confused. "I'm a cliche, I'm a fucking cliche" I laugh out loud holding onto the back of Nayel's neck. Nayel furrows his eyebrows in confusion, "What?" "The assistant having an affair with her boss. It's the world's oldest cliche" I shake my head laughing.

Why can't she keep her mouth shut? "Pumpkin pie, huh? I like pumpkin pie," he smiled. Her pulse quickened. She had never seen him smile like this before. "Wo...would you like to come over and have some?" she blurted out again without thinking. Don't panic, Faith. This is Anthony DeMarco, your boss. Of course, he will say no. He has no time to go to his employee's houses to eat cheap desserts. He will definitely say no, she thought to herself.