One Night With The Ruthless CEO

Chapter 7

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e employees over the past five years. All of them settled out of court. All of them buried under nondisclosure agreements. One of the women had left the comp

Just a list of achievements and a long, silent trail of wo

tories were whispered at conferences, exchanged in hushed tones during coffee breaks, passed from one junior employee to anot

had asked fo

alked into this office expecting a boring day of drafting and revisions. Instead, she had been handed a dinner

kissed her this morning, like she was something precious. She wanted to call him. She wanted to tell him everything and let

ve a bad feeling about this dinner. Then she deleted it. She typed it again. Deleted it again

roblem. Their relationship, whatever it was, was too new, too fragile. If she called him no

ll her to stay. And if she listened to him, she would lose her job. She would lose her mother

t happen. She couldn

packed the files neatly into her briefc

n stood up. Dragging her still-sore

ith the quiet of a workday winding down. She checked her phone

was

rp and clean. For a moment, she stood there, watching the city

he di

Donnie Hicks's card. And as the car pulled away

was

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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.”