Taming Mr Arrogant

ealing her inner turmoil. She tightly clenched her fists, grappling with the realization that he didn't remember her. Was he pretending, or had the memory truly faded? Though their previ

iated, but she knew better than to argue back. She simply nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Nathan, realizing it was getting late, mentioned the upcoming seminar for new employees. "It's already 6:52 pm. Be ready in five minutes," he stated, grabbing his coat before walking out of the office. Brixlee grunted in frustration but quickly corrected herself, realizing she had misspoken. "I mean, I love seminars. They're great," she lied, internally cringing at her own attempt to rectify the situation. Nathan, overhearing her comment, asked curiously, "Pardon? Did I hear that correctly?" Brixlee hesitated for a moment before responding, "I said, 'I love seminars.' They're insightful." Nathan frowned, recognizing her discomfort in the heels she was wearing. "You don't have to wear those," he commented, gesturing towards her uncomfortable footwear. Brixlee replied, "Oh, these? It's what secretaries wear in movies," trying to justify her choice. Nathan's frown deepened. "Well, this is reality. You shouldn't wear things that make you uncomfortable," he advised, surprising both himself and Brixlee. She offered a reluctant thank you, unsure of the sudden shift in his demeanor. As Brixlee swung her bag across her shoulder and exited the office, she made a deliberate decision to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Each step brought her closer to the seminar hall, where she could already see Nathan on the stage. Taking a seat at the back, she struggled to focus on his speech while Tyler persistently whispered into her ears. The only coherent phrase she managed to grasp from Nathan's speech was, "When life shuts a door, humanity will open another." . . . Talia Mendez stood before the mirror at Twisted Olive, carefully applying another coat of Chanel lip gloss. Her cell phone beeped, indicating a new text message from her grandma. Standing perfectly still, she read the text with a thin smile. "Hey, shortcake. Do you have some free time?" Motioning to her manager, Talia spoke in a hushed tone, "Clear my schedule for the rest of the evening. I have somewhere to be." She stepped out of Twisted Olive, anticipating a long walk to her car parked at the far end of the street. Walking briskly, her head down and her hood pulled up, she hoped to avoid being recognized by the crowd of fans nearby. Her heart raced as their excited chatter and screams grew louder, and she quickened her pace, desperate to reach the safety of her car. Each step felt like an eternity as she struggled to maintain her composure and evade the public eye. As she approached the corner, the noise level intensified, and the energy of the fans became palpable. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves, and hastened her steps. Her car was in sight, parked just a few feet away. But just as she was about to reach it, a voice called out her name. Frozen, she knew it was only a matter of seconds before the fans realized her presence. Hastily retrieving her keys, she unlocked the car, scrambled inside, and slammed the door shut. The cheers of the crowd faded as she drove off, relieve