REVENGE: MESSING WITH MY CEO

ds. Mr. Watson Astor, the company's director, returned to the podium with a quick, practiced smile. "Thank yo

She couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that had settled in her chest, but she pushed it aside.

a noticed no one seemed to be moving, except for one person. She turned her head in that direction, and her breath caught in her throat. It

ng. Mr. Watson remained on the stage, a hint of discomfort flickering in his eyes, but he didn't dare

about in passing, and, more intriguingly, the rumored girlfriend of the CEO himself. No wonder she seemed to command respect, even if it was the kind of respect that came from fear rather t

ed, the kind of smile that seemed to say she knew something everyone else didn't. Without a word, she t

nding up, shaking hands, whispering in hushed tones. There were bursts of laughter, loud conversations, polite greetings exchanged,

to notice her. She waved awkwardly at a woman standing next to her, hoping for a friendly response. But the woman glanced over, her fac

a flush of embarrassment creep up her cheeks. Why did it feel like s

-at least not today. She was here to do her job, to prove that she deserved to be at Astronix, no matter what anyone t

she was invisible. She swallowed hard, plastering a smile back on her face. Fine. If no one wanted to

introduce herself to the next person who crossed her path. Even if she