Blind date with a CEO

he car, but, she didn't count on the traffic being impossible, she was about ten minutes late to the main offices of Bullock & Company. But, once again, luck

ew for the vacant position of administrativ

row up once and for all," the HR girl clears her throat to get Mr. Bullock's attention, "excuse me, miss, I'm not up for my son's headaches at

ive trait of his, unlike his arrogant son. As soon as she heard his words, Chelsea became nervous, it was one thing to be interviewed but, quite another was for the owner of the company to be the inter

an at Bullock & Company, so she was there. Not fifteen minutes had passed, and Mr. Bullock had made up his mind that she would fil

ss Smith, it will be a plea

ou very much for your attention, just one

m with incredible lighting, "so you can get organized, review the files that are pending, the contracts,

this opportunity pass her by for nothing. She felt that this was her lucky day, even though she had arrived late, no one noticed, t

fect, I'm al

your permission," Bullock said before go ou

e it a personal touch. She sat in her seat behind her bureau and allowed herself a few minutes to feel important and proud of herself, wh

ry man's uniform carrying a huge bouquet of flowers.

ed, looking at the data he had

she replied, com

you," he said, as he walked over an

was beautiful indeed and had an incredible smell but, she had no idea who could have sent them to her, no one knew that she would be there, she didn't even k

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l emergency, I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle, I was so eager to meet you that I couldn't even see where I stepped. I remem

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now she was panicking. If Fred hadn't been able to make it the night before to his appointment, who the fuck took his place? Who had she slept wit

. That couldn't be happening to her, not to her, she has always been very careful in her decisions, she is the typical girl who thinks twice before doing it to avoid mistakes, but of course, the fever between

n't seem to remember what he had studied when over the chat he had talked thousands of times about that topic with the real Fred and, last but

who to go to bed with, her right over herself, and now she was feeling dirty. She needed

stening to his thoughts, something

listen to the conversation and wiped away the tears of rage that ran down her cheeks, no

as supposed to choose the candidate for the pos

didn't like that you weren't

e me to her. Chelsea heard the footsteps get closer until they ar

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his eyes none other than the impostors he had been cursing