Book #1
He's a hot, arrogant and a CEO with a jawline that could cut DIAMONDS!!💎
She's stunning, smart, and funny, but naive assistant. What happens when their feelings are exposed bare on a Silver Platter?
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8:12 am
One week later.
Monday came and the pain in my arms had gone away significantly, and after a visit from the doctor I was told that it would take around 2 or 3 weeks to fully heal, if I used an ointment.
Well, on the bright side, I got my car back from the shop. But now, as I pull into the parking lot at work, an unsettling feeling creeps over me. The air feels heavy, like someone's eyes are on me, watching my every move. I start power-walking toward the entrance, my heartbeat drumming in my ears. With trembling fingers, I fumble through my bag, desperately searching for my key card. I can feel the presence closing in, my breath hitching as panic builds in my chest.
My hands shake as I finally grip the card and swipe it at the entrance, relief washing over me as the door beeps and unlocks. I slip inside, the world outside locked away. Letting out a shaky breath, I lean against the door for a moment, the tension draining from my shoulders. I try to brush it off. As I make my way to the elevator, I take a deep breath, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through me. The familiar ding of the elevator arriving is a small comfort as I press the button for the top floor.
Once I entered the elevator surrounded by body's I relaxed, reaching the top floor, the tension in my body started to melt away. The familiar surroundings instantly make me feel safer. I can't help but let out a soft laugh at myself, wondering if it was all just in my head.
It reminds me of that childhood fear—like when you turn off the lights in the basement and suddenly sprint up the stairs, certain something is chasing you. It's silly, but in the moment, it feels so real. I shake my head, trying to push away the thought.
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"Mr. Collins, I sent you your schedule for today," I tell Mr. Collins, my voice steady as I hand him a folder. I turn to leave, but his voice stops me.
"Rowan, are you ok? You seem a little shaken up."
I force a smile, hoping it reaches my eyes. "I'm fine," I say, but he isn't convinced. His brow furrows, concern etched into his expression. "Seriously, I'm fine," I repeat, trying to reassure him.
He hesitates for a moment, clearly not buying it, but he doesn't push. "Okay... but that's not all I have to tell you."
"Oh? What else?" I ask, pretending to be casual as I pull out my apple pen, ready to jot down whatever last-minute adjustment he's about to throw my way.
"I have a meeting that was just scheduled this morning."
"Got it, I'll add it to your schedule. Who's it with?" I start to jot down on my Ipad.
"With Miles Grey."
The moment the name leaves his lips, my hand freezes mid-sentence . The pen hovers above the iPad as a wave of panic hits me. Flashes of everything that happened with Miles flood my mind, and for a split second, I'm back in that bathroom, feeling trapped and helpless. I quickly snap myself out of it, forcing a reassuring smile, even though I know it's not convincing.
