My Boss My Ex

Aria Wynter stepped out of the sleek glass elevator and into the bustling lobby of Harrison Industries. She took a deep breath, smoothing her tailored blazer and adjusting her designer handbag. This was it – her first day as the new marketing executive.

As she approached the reception desk, a polished woman with a warm smile greeted her. "Good morning, Ms. Wynter. Welcome to Harrison Industries. I'll show you to your office."

Aria followed the receptionist through the maze of cubicles, taking in the modern decor and state-of-the-art technology. She felt a thrill of excitement – this was exactly the kind of environment she'd been hoping for.

As they turned a corner, Aria caught sight of a tall, imposing figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out over the city. His broad shoulders and chiseled profile seemed familiar, yet she couldn't quite place him.

The receptionist cleared her throat, announcing Aria's arrival. The figure turned, and their gazes met.

Aria's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with Ethan Harrison, her ex-boyfriend from college. The man who had abruptly ended their relationship without explanation.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Aria felt like she'd been punched in the gut.

"Ethan," she managed to say, her voice neutral.

"Aria," he replied, his deep voice dripping with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

The receptionist, oblivious to the charged atmosphere, handed Aria a folder with her employee ID and other paperwork. "Welcome to the team, Ms. Wynter. I'll leave you to get settled."

As the receptionist departed, Aria felt like she was trapped in a nightmare. How could fate be so cruel? She thought she'd left her past behind, but it seemed her past was now her boss.

Ethan's gaze never left hers, his expression unreadable. "Aria, let's talk in my office."

Aria nodded, her heart racing with anticipation and dread. What did he want to say? And how would she react?Aria followed Ethan into his office, the sleek and modern decor a testament to his impeccable taste. The city skyline gleamed behind him, a breathtaking view that seemed to underscore his powerful presence.

As the door closed behind them, Aria felt a flutter in her chest. She hadn't seen Ethan in years, yet the familiarity was still there, like an unresolved thread in her life.

Ethan gestured for her to take a seat, his movements economical and precise. Aria sat, her hands folded in her lap, trying to project calmness despite the turmoil inside.

"I have to admit, I'm surprised," Ethan said, his voice low and measured. "I didn't know you'd applied for the position."

Aria met his gaze, her chin lifting slightly. "I'm surprised too. I didn't know you were my boss."

Ethan's expression was unreadable, but Aria detected a flicker of tension in his shoulders. "Well, now that we both know, let's discuss how this will work."

Aria leaned forward, her voice steady. "I'd like to think we can maintain a professional relationship, despite our past."

Ethan's gaze narrowed, his eyes piercing. "I agree. Our personal history won't affect our working relationship."

The words were reassuring, but Aria sensed an undercurrent of tension between them. She stood, her smile polite. "I'm looking forward to working with you, Mr. Harrison."

Ethan's gaze lingered on hers, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Welcome to Harrison Industries, Ms. Wynter."

The formality was a reminder of their new roles, and Aria felt a pang of unease. She knew that working with Ethan would be a challenge, but she was determined to prove herself, both as an employee and as a person who had moved on from their past.As Aria left Ethan's office, she felt a mix of emotions: surprise, unease, and a hint of curiosity. She couldn't believe that her ex-boyfriend, the man who had broken her heart, was now her boss.

She made her way to her own office, a cozy space with a stunning view of the city. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the tension that lingered from their encounter.

As she settled into her chair, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number: "Welcome to Harrison Industries, Aria. Let's grab coffee and discuss your first project. -Ethan"

Aria's heart skipped a beat as she read the message. Was this a professional gesture or a personal invitation? She hesitated for a moment before responding: "Sounds good. When were you thinking?"

She hit send, wondering what Ethan's true intentions were. Was he trying to establish a professional rapport, or was there something more beneath the surface?

As she waited for his response, Aria couldn't help but think about their past. The memories came flooding back – the laughter, the adventures, the arguments, and the ultimate breakup.

She pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. She had a job to do, and she was determined to excel, despite the complicated dynamics with her boss.

Her phone buzzed again, and Aria's heart fluttered as she read Ethan's response: "How about today at 2 pm? My office."

Aria's mind began to whirl with questions. What did Ethan want to discuss? Was this a meeting about her project, or was there something more on his mind? She felt a sense of anticipation mixed with apprehension as she prepared for their meeting.At 2 pm sharp, Aria knocked on Ethan's office door. He called out, "Come in," and she entered, her confidence boosted by her sharp business attire.

Ethan looked up from his desk, his gaze lingering on hers before nodding towards the seating area. "Aria, take a seat. Can I get you a coffee?"

Aria sat down, her posture straight. "No, thank you. I'm good."

Ethan joined her, sitting across from her with an air of relaxed authority. "So, let's discuss your first project. I've reviewed your portfolio, and I'm impressed with your work."

Aria smiled, feeling a sense of pride. "Thank you, I've worked hard on my projects."

Ethan leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers. "I'd like to assign you to the Smith account. It's a high-profile client, and I think you're the right person for the job."

Aria's heart skipped a beat. The Smith account was a coveted client, and working on it would be a significant opportunity for her. "I'd be honored to take on the project," she said, her voice steady.

As they discussed the project details, Aria felt a sense of excitement and purpose. Working with Ethan on this project could be a chance to prove herself and show him her capabilities.

But beneath the surface, Aria sensed a complexity to Ethan's behavior, a hidden agenda that she couldn't quite grasp. She wondered if this project would bring them closer together or drive them further apart.

As the meeting drew to a close, Ethan stood up, his movements fluid. "I'll send over the project brief, and we can schedule a follow-up meeting to discuss progress.As Aria left Ethan's office, she felt a sense of determination wash over her. She was ready to tackle the Smith account and prove herself as a valuable member of Harrison Industries.

Over the next few days, Aria immersed herself in the project, pouring over market research and brainstorming innovative strategies. She worked tirelessly, often staying late into the night, fueled by coffee and her own drive.

As she worked, Aria noticed that Ethan seemed to be keeping his distance, their interactions limited to brief meetings and emails. She wondered if he was trying to maintain a professional boundary or if something else was at play.

One evening, as she was packing up to leave, Aria ran into Ethan in the lobby. "Heading home?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

Aria nodded, feeling a flutter in her chest. "Yeah, I've had a long day."

Ethan fell into step beside her, walking towards the elevators. "I've been meaning to ask you, how's the project going?"

Aria launched into a detailed update, discussing her research and ideas. Ethan listened intently, his questions and feedback insightful and thought-provoking.

As they stood in the elevator, Aria felt a sense of comfort with Ethan that she hadn't experienced in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, they could work together without their past getting in the way.

The elevator doors opened, and Ethan gestured for her to precede him. "After you."

Aria stepped out into the cool evening air, feeling a sense of possibility. Maybe this project would be the start of something new, something professional and productive.

As they parted ways, Aria couldn't shake the feeling that Ethan was watching her, his gaze lingering on hers with an intensity that made her skin prickle. She wondered what he was thinking, what secrets lay hidden beneath his polished exterior.

The game was on, and Aria was ready to play.

Aria nodded, rising from her seat. "Sounds good. Thank you for the opportunity, Ethan.

Their gazes met, and for a moment, Aria felt like she was drowning in the depths of his eyes. Then, Ethan nodded, and the moment passed. "Let's get to work, Aria.As Aria left Ethan's office, she felt a sense of determination. She was ready to tackle the Smith account and prove herself as a valuable member of Harrison Industries.

Over the next few days, Aria immersed herself in the project, pouring over market research and brainstorming innovative strategies. She worked tirelessly, often staying late into the night, fueled by coffee and her passion for marketing.

Ethan checked in periodically, offering guidance and feedback that was both constructive and challenging. Aria appreciated his input, recognizing that his critiques helped her refine her ideas and push the boundaries of her creativity.

As the project progressed, Aria noticed that Ethan's interactions with her became more relaxed, their conversations flowing more easily. She sensed a thawing in his demeanor, a hint that the past was slowly becoming less of a barrier between them.

One evening, as she was leaving the office, Aria caught sight of Ethan standing by the elevator, his eyes fixed on his phone. She approached him, feeling a sense of camaraderie that hadn't been there before.

"Working late?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

Ethan looked up, a hint of a smile on his face. "Just catching up on some emails. You?"

Aria shrugged. "Same here. Trying to meet a deadline."

The elevator arrived, and they stepped inside together. As the doors closed, Aria felt a sense of intimacy, the confined space making their proximity feel more pronounced.

"Thanks for the opportunity to work on the Smith account," she said, breaking the silence. "I really appreciate it."

Ethan turned to her, his gaze warm. "You're doing great work, Aria. I'm impressed."

The elevator stopped on Aria's floor, and she stepped out, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Ethan. Maybe, just maybe, working together would be the key to healing old wounds and forging a new path forward.