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Mr. Ceo Wants Me

Mr. Ceo Wants Me

Author: Rue Spears
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Chapter 1 .

Word Count: 1063    |    Released on: 18/11/2024

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there and those who never will. As I stood in the towering lobby of one of the world'

me lingering in the air like a cloud of judgment. I squared

m. Confidence was part of the game in my line of work, and no m

of polite disinterest. She barely glanced up from her

tep inside and took a deep breath. I had walked into high-stakes meetings before. CEOs, boardrooms, b

he had built Blackthorne Atelier into an international powerho

chable. He was the man who single-handedly saved his family's legacy and turned it into an emp

ice space with panoramic views of New York City. The air smelled like expensive leather and som

below like a glittering promise of ambition and chaos, but I didn't have time to admire i

ne growled, his tone clipped. "If that shipment isn't he

inst the wall of windows, phone pressed to his ear. Even from behind, he was a commanding

e side, each clutching sleek black folders. Their posture varied; one fidgeted with her sleeve, another bit

stants, interns? I didn't know, but they all looked as if they had been handpicked for this moment. One of

d quietly made my way over to join them. I didn't know why were

vacation. Find him. Wake him up. Bribe him. Do whatever you have to, but if those fabrics

lick of his hand, muttering something u

en I saw him...

and perfectly curated TV appearances did him no justice.

eliberate. His dark hair shined under the sunlight spilling into the office, n

om, pausing momentarily on me before shifting to the others. My breath hitched, just

ou're al

of a blade. He stepped forward, sliding his hands into his pockets

me to waste, and neither do you. I expect results, not excuses. If you're standing in this room, it means

Elliot's gaze landed on her. She froze u

brink of its most important merger yet. I'm not interested in half-measures or hand-holding. Whoever earns

r, daring someone to ste

rne with charm or theatrics. I was here because I was damn good at what I do, and

g, and I resisted the urge to squirm under his scrutiny. It was like b

away, as if tes

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