One shot collection of characters from my books MrCEO and MrsCEO. Must read both books before reading this.
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Ever wondered what happened with Violet and Harry's kids? How Leo and Connor met? When did Niall fell in love with Joanna? Read to find o...
Moving slowly around his office, Robbie tried to concentrate on reading the papers on his hands. It was difficult. He couldn't do it without his mind drifting away to different thoughts and scenarios.
Today it was the 3 year aniversary of Grace's death and there has not been one single day in which he hadn't thought about her. Missing her became more bearable every year. The first he had cried every single day and wished she would come back. During the second year, he came to terms that being weak won't do anything and that no matter how much he prayed, she won't ever be back. On this third year, he had lived in bitterness and tried to distance himself even further from the world and focus only on his job.
Last year, his father had officially stepped down as CEO and gave him the place and so far this was one of the best years for the bussiness. He had devoted himself heart and soul into making it the best bussiness in New York and he had succeded.
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His dedication has giving him claps but also the dissapointment of his family. They hated that in order to numb his pain, Robbie had decided to focus on his job instead on his mental health. Harry saw how his son was doing exactly what he did before meeting Violet and it only broke his heart more and more everyday.
Robbie barely contanted them unless it was strictly necessary and had no contact with his sibbling. He didn't have friends either and his rutine consisted of work, work and more work. In his little free time, he would visit Grace and lay flowers on top of her grave. The rest of his free time was expend at his penthouse, either sleeping unpeacefully, on his gym or playing xbox games.
For the last three years, he had no physical contact with any women. While it must seem incredible for the bast majority of the population, he couldn't even think about sex because of his depresion. On the little occassional times he had felt the need, he had took care of himself and moved on.
"Mr Styles." A familiar female voice said behind him.
"Yes, Miss Foster?" He said looking at her.
"This letter came for you." She said nervousness and hesitation.
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