Mr CEO,I’ll be your fiancée
“I require a fiancée.”
I stared at him. The thought was so absurd, so far outside the realm of my reality, that I actually checked the door to make sure no one else had heard him.
“A what?”
“A fiancée,” he repeated, laying the document flat on the table.“A temporary, publicly acceptable partner. Six months. I have a situation requiring I appear settled, committed, and absolutely above reproach. It’s an image problem, and you, Miss Chen, are a clean slate with a very large, pressing problem that requires capital injection.”
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