One Night With The Ruthless CEO

Chapter 3

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ck to the reception desk. Her hands felt numb as she pla

Harrell's office," she said, her vo

few words, and listened. A moment later, she hu

er eyes. "Mr. Harrell's office has indicated that your firm does not mee

t as if he had slapped her, right here in this cathedral of corporate power. She numbly stu

n, the sounds of the city muffled. Her ph

yed a number she knew all too well:

bled as she an

other. Sharon. She had an episode. A new orderly was assisting with her medication

ed over Caitlin. "I... I

But you need to com

e," Caitlin promise

was a purgatory of screeching wheels and fleeting landscapes. She stared out the window, not

f the way to the serene, manicured grounds of the sanitarium

ive office, her face a stony mask of defiance. Caitlin knelt by her side

long, itemized bi

final number at the bottom made the air leave her lungs in

ady nearly maxed out. She handed it to the finance clerk. The machine bee

an. By the time she pushed open the door to her office, the sky was completely dark. Only

ormed out, waving a piece of paper-a fax from Zeni

inger in her direction. "You couldn't even deliver a simple proposal? You

ed over her. She clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms, the sha

team, slamming his office d

r rolled her chair over, a silent offeri

f the day settling on her like a physical weight. She stared at the mountain of design work on her com

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“Since her father's bankruptcy, Caitlin Knight had been drowning in her mother's astronomical sanitarium bills, clinging to a junior design job just to survive. But her manager handed her a sickening ultimatum: secure the massive Zenith Corporation contract by attending a private dinner with their top executive, Donnie Hicks, or be fired by morning. The "dinner" turned out to be a calculated trap. The private dining room was soundproof, and a hidden jammer completely killed her cell service. Hicks didn't even glance at her carefully prepared design proposals. Instead, he forced her to drink, his eyes gleaming with greedy intent as he threatened to blacklist her from the industry if she didn't comply. Then, under the heavy mahogany table, his hot, sweaty hand clamped onto her calf and began sliding deliberately up her thigh. The humiliation was suffocating, a hot bile rising in her throat, but the sheer injustice of it all ignited a volcanic surge of rage in her chest. Why did she have to endure this torment just to keep her mother alive? "You touch me again and I'll call the police." Caitlin violently yanked his hand away, grabbed her briefcase, and fled into the cold Manhattan night, tears streaming down her face. She thought her career was entirely over and she had nowhere left to run. But what Donnie Hicks didn't know was that the elusive billionaire CEO of Zenith Corporation, Isaac Harrell, was the same brooding boy who used to sit behind Caitlin in high school-and he was already coming for her.”