When Love Hurts.

rvous gulp and adjusted myself calmly in one of the stylish armchairs in the reception are

others, maybe one or two other people who were also selected, since the em

ervousness eating away at me was so intense that I needed something to grip to avoid flipping out. I'd searched for the CEO of pierce group c

ain for the

he spotless white tiles reflected the soft light. The air was quiet, almost eerily so, as if I was the only one there. I n

ssed in neat black suits, none of whom paid me attention. I

flew across her keyboard with precision. And I felt a flutter in my chest, my nerves getting the better of me. This was my first time stepping foot in

anies in Boston and globally as well. S

enly changes his mind? What if I

t-ifs, tugging at me hard. I took a deep breath, trying

alary more than

om my bag. My hand was trembling, and the ringing seemed to draw the receptionist's attention. S

sorry it's coming late, work has been damn tight. I'll come see you once I close up, and a

os

mme could be crazy at times, but she and Dex were the o

through me. It was already 9 o'clock. Were they inte

I had an intervie

the marble desk to grab her attention. She lifted her

, this morning at 8 o'clock, and it's 9 o'clock now," I said, re

d press the phone to her ear, her eyes giving me disgusted vibes.

oss," she said to whoever was on the other s

am

She grimaced and mumbled the name to the per

"Follow your right, then take the first elevator to the third floor. You'll meet a

d walked away in the d

soon as the elevator opened, I was greeted by a warm smile. It was a young man, probably in his early thi

s han

ed. "Okay. I'm Liam Reynolds." Before I could speak, he

e stopped in front of a black glass door. Liam knocked twi

ck down my spine. There was something familiar abou

ntered. He closed the door gently behind him and motioned for me to step further in. I did, and in

n, the hairstyle seemed familiar

rt was drum

is desk and bowed slightly

y trembling slightly, unsure if it was due to anxiety or someth

eyes locked onto mine, and I gasped in disbeli

king rich and sophisticated, was none oth

ght I would ne