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he says, lacing his fingers together, “there is a matter that requires… clarity.” My jaw tightens slightly, but I keep my voice calm. “If this is not directly related to company performance...” “It is,” he cuts in. “The CEO’s sudden marriage, especially to someone carrying the Armand family name, affects company perception, investor confidence, and future alliances.” The room is silent. I see Lucas shift slightly to my right, but he doesn't intervene. He knows better. Kenneth continues, “We deserve to know if this is a strategic alliance, a personal decision, or...”

“But I needed to deal with it on my own. And… there’s more.” Tiffany narrowed her eyes. “More?” I took a deep breath, bracing myself. “I got married.” Silence. “What?” they said in unison, their voices a mix of disbelief and shock. “To whom?” Bethany demanded. I hesitated, then muttered, “Blaze.” “Blaze?” Tiffany echoed, blinking. “Blaze, who the fuck is he?” “Well, technically, he is my boss.” Both of their expressions mirrored their confusion and I sighed. Shawn's company terminated my employment. Apparently the loser couldn’t handle me leaving him and I got hired later.”

Once we step into our own haven, it is the love and respect we have for each other that keeps us going. Dropping the sliced fruits on the table, the newscaster’s voice catches my attention from the television. “Breaking news: the CEO of Echo, the leading entertainment company in the country Mr Malachi Bromte has announced his marriage to the young heiress of Avanti, the leading fashion company in the country, Odette Phillips amidst rumors of her divorce from her ex husband and the bullying video circulating online. In his statement, he says he does not care who the wife bully’s or slaps as long as she is not hurt in the process”

"That handsome assistant in the background is gorgeous. He’s the real eye candy." What? Just like that, I was trending. In a single moment, I pivoted. There were no more product streams. From then on, I was a food streamer. With Ian beside me, our channel grew fast. The more he showed up, the more the audience adored him. Then, I realized that I was gaining weight. One day, when he brought me another meal, I frowned. "Ian, get me a lighter lunch. I’m getting fat." I opened the box. Inside were flowers and a ring.

It was everything I'd ever dreamed. And then, last week, everything came tumbling down. The sale of Celebrity Spark and its subsidiaries was finalized, and they started cutting jobs left and right. Even the Editor-in-Chief is on his way out, and in the meantime, Roman Everet, the CEO of the company that now owns us, has set himself up in the Celebrity Spark conference room to oversee the magazine's transition. Apparently he's the "hands on" type of mogul and likes to handle these things himself. In other words, he's a complete control freak.

Honestly, It was absurd because barely an hour ago I’d been sprinting through the lobby, late as hell with that damn flash drive clutched in my fist while I dodged security just to make the meeting on time. Marcus who was the over-strict CEO back then that barked orders, now had his long, thick and big veiny cock stretching my mouth…and fuck, the worst part was how wet it made me. Two hours earlier none of this had happened yet. I handed my boss the wrong flash drive on a Monday morning, and by 9 a.m. I was sitting at my desk trying to figure out how to explain forty-seven minutes of myself getting used at an underground fetish club to a man whose coffee order I’d had memorized for two years

Flash. Flash. Paparazzi descended like moths. “Emily! Are you dating Mason now?” “Is your cooking show backed by his label?” “What happened with Liam Black?” “Did Mason help you disappear?” I didn’t answer. Just offered a polite smile. “Note to self, never go out with a superstar again. I think half the room is staring.” Mason smirked. “Good. I like an audience.” I nudged him with my elbow. “I’m serious.”

Matthew asked, his voice trembling. “You… you don’t know? The welcome party was live-streamed. “The entire internet has seen the photos. The number-one trending topic is ‘Spark Enterprise’s President Caught in Affair’.” Matthew pulled out his phone and opened X. His name sat at the top of the trending list. Clicking it revealed post after post of photos and videos from the welcome party. The enormous backdrop image had been shared everywhere, and the comment section was filled with nothing but ridicule: [This kind of trash is fit to be a president?]

She asked, the assertive tone in her voice making it clear this wasn’t a random question. “You know me Shy, I’d eat that stuff on a-” She didn’t let me finish, things were obviously urgent. “Good. Chrissie dropped out of a very special engagement at the last possible moment. The Court of Spades website hit a major subscriber benchmark, and we’re having a little party for our viewers.