His Personal Secretary
As she scanned the venue, checking the catering tables and the welcome booth, she caught glimpses of executives mingling, the occasional clinking of champagne glasses, and soft jazz playing in the background.
And then she saw him.
Danielle.
In a charcoal grey suit that fit too perfectly, casually holding a drink, chatting with a few board members. He looked every bit the composed CEO—but when his eyes landed on her, there was a flicker of something else. Something quieter, just for her.
He excused himself and made his way over.
“Ashley,” he greeted, his voice lower than usual, like the calm under music. “You made it.”
“Of course,” she said, trying to sound breezy but internally screaming. “Y
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