The CEO's Secrets
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e next sequence of events will play out. Spilling boiling hot coffee onto
oe eyes. To my surprise, there is no fire or hatred behind them. They look
e man, my mouth gaping open and close like a fish as I struggle
man asks, staring between me
in shock, clearly unhappy to
e-es," I stammer, the word
yes apologizes, taking in the mess on the f
om his tailored suit, not me. I should be the one getting on my k
't look at him for too long in fear I might explode. Why does he have this effect o
mess, "This is my fault. I'm such a clumsy
but isn't to me. It looks like he's trying to figure out who I am and that makes m
if the man is going to blow his top when he sees his dark b
over me, "Please let me get that cleaned for you or
ht it's almost blinding, "This old thing? This
t like that just sits and collects dust. With the way he dresses,
ehind her eyes. She looks between me and the man, clear
that was my drink and I want a refund," T
nd whatever they want and have people do whatever they say. I'm sick of it. I'm tired of bein
lm, "I can't give you a refund
st say? I asked for a refund because of the mess you've
een-eyes steps between us. He pulls out a walle
flaps between them in the slight breeze. I'm sure she's tak
ns to me, "I still want you fired f
eat before I r
she leaves with his money. Everyone inside and outside the st
," I say, trying not to make eye cont
t want to anger the woman any more than she al
My parents can't afford to support me financially so I would eventually end up on
about this," I gesture to his ruined suit, "Most gu
over something as small as this in the grand scheme
possibly the nicest, most caring man I've ever met. I didn't think
en I see him wave his hand in front of my face. I
smile, "Please, let me mak
s watch, his eyes retu
n. Asking for his number is way out of my comfort zone. Besides, he could be married or have a
, and I just spent them. Maybe another
rust me, I'll
away. I'm not sure if I
I shout, waiting for
face me, slipping a pair
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