The CEO'S Maleficence

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ver my face. T

ew degrees. I don't know why I thought for even a few moments i

r than most, at least. I slide my resume out of my faux leather folder and hand it to him. I keep that smile plastered as I take a seat in the chair set across his desk from him. Then I jump in head first. "I was very excited when I saw the

c relations and communications. I also have a background in computer science, specifically mach

l. Shit. Don't look like you're begging, look like you're offering him an opportunity he can't afford to miss. I pull down th

so handsome? It's worse now that I'm closer. Even his haircut looks expensive, trimmed short at the sides of his head and perfectly edging into the longe

y staring at his f

lips into a straight line. Dammit. That probably looks even weirder. I wasn't smiling, then I smiled, then I stopped again. What. The. Hell. Am. I. Doing? And wha

'm to assume that's from the undergraduate cou

see that there's any other way to take it. I sit u

meet mine. I still don't know how to take him or his words. I can't re

nd Jason Yale developed while at IIT. You were only students, but you pushed the state-of-the-art years forward from where it had been." Good. My voice is coming out confident. I sit up even straighter, if that's possible. Fake it till you make it, right?I continue. "I'm only on a short hiatus from Stanford, with just a semester left. So it's

ch is definitely a smirk. Bastard. It's a struggl

Bridge Bar & Grill? And Hooters? I assume that's

evel

I turned eighteen till I was twenty-one. I had to hide it from my parents when I was still at home and going to community college for my first couple years before tran

have predicted they'd be. He's not looking at my double D's again. He's staring straight a

e else in my life has. I keep my voice confident. "Look, I did