Novel & Cerita The Rule Book

He smiled and walked out the door. I slammed it behind him and started pacing. He wasn’t going to let this go. And I promised Ember I wouldn’t reject him. I knew Blake was watching me so I blew out a breath and went back over to my desk. “What’s the game plan for round two?” He asked me. I was so glad he didn’t ask me anymore about Kayne. I tossed him the copy of the rule book they gave us when we got here. “Take a look at page eight. The "Prohibited items section.”

he commanded, instantly I walked back to my seat, but my mind was still concentrated on those documents. I stared at the serious man from my seat as I scooped the coffee and pancakes. It seemed like I was just brought here to look at this monster. “Mr Clara, I hope you've read those rules properly. Because once you break one of my rules you're fired.” His voice thickened, I scanned the tablets again. At least they weren't brutal like that of little Mira's rules. I read them out… Rule 1: Never come late to work or dress seductively.

“This is the contract. The rules are stated there.” I opened the file and glanced through it. “You can take it home and study them; give me feedback tomorrow evening. But I will read out the rules for you now because they start now, and in case your brain can’t comprehend them, then I can explain.” Anger seethed through me, and I almost threw the file back at him, but when I thought about the money involved and how it would benefit little Sophie, I bit my lower lip to push back the anger. He continued.

No more rules. Just us.

I leaned against it. The next thing I knew, I lost my balance. I fell straight into his office. My eyes widened. I immediately looked up. Damien was standing there. Before I could say a word, his voice thundered through the room. “What are you doing here?” I froze. He took a step toward me. “Didn’t I tell you this place is out of bounds for you?” I swallowed hard. I had broken another rule. Again. I slowly got to my feet. My eyes moved over him for a second before I looked away.

Here have it “ he handed over a book to me. These book contains list of dos and don’t during your stay here. If by any means you break any of these rules, be ready to face the consequences. I raised my head to look at him’ Is this guy for real? I knew he was crazy but damn! A full book containing rules and regulations ?? I opened the first page to take glance and he read took his time to put these together . • Do not come close to me except I ask you to •Do not touch anything that doesn’t belong to you in this house

He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."

"No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office." "Agreed." "And if this starts affecting my job or your relationship with Anthony, we stop." I do not like that rule, but I understand it. "Agreed." "And Richard? I won't be your dirty secret. If this becomes something real, something serious, eventually we go public. I won't hide forever." "Deal." She smiles, and it transforms her entire face. "Then we have an agreement, Mister Westwood." I pull her against me, feeling her body melt into mine. "We do, Miss Hart."

She opened it to find a tall, scarred man with a permanent scowl. “Work starts now,” he barked, thrusting a thick book into her hands. She barely caught it, its weight nearly knocking her off balance. The words Rule Book were stamped in bold letters on the cover. “You’ve got one job,” the man growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Follow the rules. And don’t make me regret letting you live.” Wren’s grip tightened on the book as the door slammed shut. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. This wasn’t survival. This was a game. And if she wanted to win, she’d have to play by their rules… until she could rewrite them.

I commented. Eun-woo ignored me as he continued, “Rule 4: Don’t approach me just because you wanted to; Rule 3: Don’t try to talk to me if it’s not something educational-related; Rule 2: Don’t act as you know me personally; And most importantly, Rule 1: Never let anyone we’re step-siblings no matter what.” “Whoa… look who’s talking,” I mocked him. “Aren’t you the one doing as you pleased between the two of us?”